Jinx

It wasn't a long or difficult match. When they returned back to lane, Jinx immediately began ignoring the minions and began firing on the other champs, leaving Sona to manage the waves, lest they knock down their towers while Jinx ignored them. Sona managed to find time to heal Jinx's wounds, but between protecting her Marksman and watching the minions, she had no time to deal and champ damage for herself.

As the game wore on and they started fighting as a team, Jinx continued her relentless aggression, racking up her kill count and leaving Sona behind to protect the rest of the team with her healing and shields. By the end of the game, Jinx had done more damage to champions and had racked up more kills than any one else int eh game by a significant margin. Sona tried to sneak out of the match as quickly as possible, but before she could get far, she heard Jinx bellowing out to both her's and the opposing team.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Sona turned around and saw Jinx standing on the rubble of the enemy nexus. "As you might have heard, me and my support Sona over there," she pointed to Sona and everyone turned to look at her, making it impossible for her to sneak away now. "We made ourselves a little bet over who would have the most champ damage by the end of the game."

"Iss true, I 'erd 'em." Gragas chimed in. Sona silently cursed the drunkard for going along with what anyone told him. Jinx game him a big thumbs up.

"The conditions for the bet," Jinx began to pace over the nexus, taking large, exaggerated steps. "Were that the losers has to do whatever the winner says. And as you can see," me motioned to the scoreboard, "Is me!" She pointed to herself with both her thumbs. "Now, as for our loser, dear Sona?" Jinx but a finger to her chin, feigning contemplation. "Get ready everyone, because the Maven of Strings is going to spend the next week totally naked!" She struck a cartoonist pose, making jazz-hands towards the dismayed and panicking woman.

Was she serious? Did Jinx actually expect this to work? She looked around to her's and the enemy team, but everyone seemed ensnared in Jinx's lie. Sona's face paled, and then began to heat up feverishly in an intense blush.

Sona's heart jump in hope as she saw Garen, who was playing on the opposing team this game, start to move towards her. Surly this man of honor would talk some sense into everyone. His hulking figure took a knee in front of the Maven, and grasped her shoulder firmly.

"I know it never feels good to be defeated," Garen turned away, as if lamenting his own loss in the match for a moment. "But in times like these, we must show the true strength of Demacia." Sona was mystified. "If a wager is lost, you must honor the terms, no matter what." Sona slapped her etwahl erratically and shook her head, trying to convince Garen that she agreed to no such wager, but he continued. "If you were to back out of the wager after losing, you would be no better than a criminal cheat such as her." He pointed to Jinx, who was struggling to contain her laughter. "She is testing your, no our resolve. She wants to sully the honor of Demacia and call us cowards. You must hold firm, and show her the strength of our resolve and principles! For Demacia!"

Sona couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did this man even listen to what Jinx said, or was his head full of only Demacia?