Mistaken Identity

The rift was a strange place, filled with all manner of strange creatures. While the vast majority of champions were by most standards human, other strange creatures from voids, deserts, and beyond dwelled here. So chubby frog men didn't cause much of a bat of an eye from most of the champions. Even though they stared at the female champs, attempting to hide with mixed success. But it wasn't horror that was met with their presence, but indifference. Some likely thought they were just new minions. Some thought they were new decorations in poor taste. And some...

"What are you doing?" A voice called out, as a cave toad sat near bushes, trying to hide but failing. The voice belonged to Ashe, the Queen of Freljord, and rather scantily dressed at that. Her full breasts swelled against the black top with gold inlays, a hefty amount of cleavage on display. Beyond this, the scandalously short mini skirt clung to her upper thighs, with the knee high boots begging to be pushed skyward. "We have to stop the other team from destroying our tower!" She hissed, grabbing the confused creature who had no concept of such things, until it saw the sounds of fighting was done by strange creatures in robes and masks, and a pair of individuals that stood behind like commanders demanding their soldiers to stand and die for them. The creature retreated to the nearby bushes, watching this whole display in nervous wreck, as it debated what (or whom) to do...