Arcane: I have Plasmids F*** YEAAAAAAH!!!

Lukas strolled through the Lanes, hands stuffed in his pockets, mind swirling with problems.

The radio prototype wasn't working.

And the worst part?

He had no goddamn idea why.

"If Ekko was here, he'd probably have this thing done already," he muttered, kicking a loose stone.

The static was driving him insane.

The worst part?

His pride wouldn't let him admit that maybe, just maybe—

He needed help.

So, here he was, heading toward Benzo's shop to find Ekko.

---

But then, as he entered the busier streets of Zaun—

Something felt off.

The air was wrong.

Shops were quieter.

People walked faster.

And that's when Lukas saw them.

The Enforcers.

A LOT of them.

Spreading through the Lanes like a goddamn disease.

Well, fuck.

---

Lukas slowed, keeping to the shadows, watching from a distance.

And what he saw pissed him off.

An Enforcer dragging a man from his shop.

The shop-owner was struggling, yelling—but one good punch to the stomach shut him up real quick.

The guy collapsed, gasping for air.

But that wasn't the worst part.

Because behind them, in the hands of another Enforcer—

Was a telegraph.

One of his.

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"This is mine!" the shopkeeper choked out. "I paid for this!"

The Enforcer holding it snorted.

"This looks stolen."

"It's not! It's mine!"

The second Enforcer, punch guy, crouched down.

"You Zaunites steal everything. This wouldn't be the first time."

Lukas's fingers twitched.

The people around them were watching.

Some looked furious.

Some looked afraid.

But no one moved.

Because everyone knew.

You don't touch an Enforcer.

(Pfffft, tell that to Vi.)

Or you don't go home.

---

Lukas clenched his jaw.

His nails dug into his palm.

He wanted to act.

But he couldn't.

Not yet.

So he swallowed his rage.

And he kept walking.

---

And then?

Then he ran into one of his trademarked Bullshit moments.

"Hey. You."

Lukas stopped.

Turned.

And saw them.

Two Enforcers.

On an alley.

One standing near a trash bin.

The other?

Holding a metal baton.

And before Lukas could even process what the fuck was happening—

A metal can rolled to his feet.

The Enforcer tilted his helmeted head slightly.

"Pick up that can."

---

…

…

Lukas stared.

Then looked down at the can.

Then back up at the Enforcer.

Then back at the can.

Then back at the Enforcer.

…

WHAT KIND OF HALF-LIFE 2 BULLSHIT IS THIS?!?!?!

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The realization hit him so goddamn hard he nearly screamed.

Lukas inhaled.

Then exhaled.

Then looked at the Enforcer.

A serious glint in his eyes.

"Fuck off."

---

Silence.

The second Enforcer's grip on his rifle tightened.

The first one stepped forward.

"You street rats always think you're so fucking clever."

His helmet tilted.

"Search him."

---

Lukas's soul left his body.

SHIT.

HIS GUN WAS ON HIM.

---

The second Enforcer stepped forward.

Lukas took a tiny step back.

Not enough to run.

Just enough to make them nervous.

"So uh, does Piltover have an open-carry policy or—"

The first Enforcer's eyes narrowed.

"The fuck are you—"

And then—

The second Enforcer's eyes snapped down.

At Lukas's coat.

At the shape hidden beneath.

At the gun.

---

Time slowed.

The Enforcer froze.

Then his voice EXPLODED through the alley—

"HE'S GOT A GUN!"

---

Lukas's heart STOPPED.

The first Enforcer's rifle SNAPPED UP.

The second was reaching for his pistol.

Every instinct screamed.

RUN.

But if he ran?

They'd shoot.

If he hesitated?

They'd shoot.

"Goddamn GTA-ass Police."

There was only one option.

---

Lukas's fingers twitched.

His EVE surged.

His hand SNAPPED UP.

BZZZZT!

---

Electricity ERUPTED from his palm.

A BLINDING arc of blue lightning SLAMMED into the first Enforcer's chest.

His entire body SEIZED UP.

His rifle JERKED.

A strangled scream tore from his throat as 1,000 volts of pure electricity FLOODED his armor.

He collapsed.

His body TWITCHED VIOLENTLY, smoke rising from his gloves.

One down.

The second Enforcer barely had time to react.

Lukas turned.

A second bolt ERUPTED from his palm.

It struck the Enforcer's wrist.

His pistol flew from his grasp.

He stumbled back, muscles LOCKING UP.

Then—

THUD.

Both Enforcers lay motionless.

Unconscious.

Not dead.

(I call BS.)

But very, very fried.

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Silence.

Lukas's breath came hard and fast.

His fingertips still crackled with residual electricity.

His heart slammed against his ribs.

He stared at the two fallen Enforcers.

Then at his hands.

Then at the alleyway.

Fuck.

FUCK.

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Lukas slowly turned his head.

Looked down at the can still lying there.

His eye twitched.

Then—

He kicked it.

Right into the unconscious Enforcer's face.

"Yeah, PICK THAT UP, BITCH."

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Now he had a problem.

A BIG problem.