The owner of the blacksmith shop was kneeling beside a woman who was bleeding from a badly wounded abdomen. He knelt beside her, one hand reaching out to the other four men, who had turned the blacksmith into a mess. I know the kind of people they are. I can always see them in the ditch as bullies, who specialize in oppressing the good people, forcing them to pay money to eliminate disasters, or smash their tools for subsistence.

The light in the blacksmith's shop came from a lantern with a butcher's apron and a meat hook crudely installed in the other hand. The other three were ordinary gangsters, muscular and simple-minded, dressed in canvas jumpsuits and magnifying goggles. When they saw my growing body, they were all stunned. I swelled my body, my turquoise limbs condensed with strength, and I grinned where I felt fit.

I want these people to get a good sense of what the pain feels like. I know this vicious emotion comes from them, but I don't care. I just want to hurt them, just like they do to others.

"You can't eat and go around," I said.

I threw a punch from my right arm that knocked the first bully into the air. He fell to the metal pillar next to the door and remained motionless. The second bully wields a heavy iron bar, an oversized wrench commonly used by gutter scavengers. The iron rod hit me impartially, and was immediately sucked in by my flexible body. I reached out and lifted him off the ground and threw him onto the beams of the roof. He fell to the ground, and the way his limbs twisted seemed abnormal even to me. The third bully turned to run, but I grabbed the beam with both hands up and leaped forward, putting my feet on his back. As I stomped him flat, their leader slashed the butcher's hook along the middle of my back.

It hurts! Oh, it hurts. The pain caused my body to lose its cohesion, and I became a cloud of green slime that spilled onto the floor. For a moment, I completely lost my sense of space and observed and perceived the world from a thousand different angles. The bully stood on top of me, a hideous smile showing a broken tooth. He killed me with joy and was filled with pride in destroying life.

This joy of destruction seeped through me like a vicious potion. I didn't want this feeling, that's not what they taught me, but in order to help the two people in front of me, I had to take advantage of this rage in my body. I must turn my anger into strength against these wicked people. The scattered balls gradually regrouped, and he didn't realize that he hadn't completely killed me. I rushed up from the ground, pounced on him, and then condensed my center of gravity and rushed over like a piledriver. I slammed him into the wall of the smithy, the flesh and bones under him shattering in the impact.

I pulled myself off the blood-stained wall, and the anger began to subside. I molded my body into human form, and then felt the emotions emanating from the couple behind me. My husband looked at me with fear and surprise, while my wife was smiling at me, but I could feel that she was in great pain. I knelt next to her and she grabbed my hand. The hands are soft. Her gratitude calmed me down at once.

I nodded and put my hand on her stomach. I radiated heat and injected a hint of gum into her wound. This part will be separated from me forever and will never be regenerated, but I am still willing, and she will survive because of my devotion. A part of my body repaired her wounds, cemented the broken tissue, and helped regenerate the inside of the abdominal cavity. The husband caressed her wound with his hand and was amazed to see that her skin was renewed.

"Thank you," she said.

I didn't answer. I can't answer. Using this power has exhausted me, and now I am extremely vulnerable. I relaxed and drained back into the underground pipes. I could barely maintain my full form, flowing down the cracks in the rock wall and back to my old place, where I could bathe in good emotions again. I need to rest. I need to feel all that Zuan has to offer.

I need to feel alive.

I need to feel.

Giggs was born with a talent for tinkering with machinery, but his free-spirited, overly exuberant nature was a rarity among yodel scientists. With the ambition to become a great inventor like Heimerdinger, he soon drew up ambitious engineering blueprints with manic passion, and fueled himself with his controversial failures and unprecedented discoveries. Giggs's rhetoric reached Piltover's famous Yodel College. The Academy's highly respected professors invited Ryan Giggs to demonstrate his skills. Giggs's disregard for safety led the demonstration to an early conclusion, as the Hex engine used overheated and exploded while Giggs was demonstrating his work, blowing a hole in the academy wall. The professors shook the dust off their bodies and mercilessly demanded that Giggs leave. Grief-stricken, Giggs packed his bags in shame and prepared to return to Bandel City. Unexpectedly, before he set off, a group of Zuan spies infiltrated the academy and kidnapped the professors. The Piltover military found the captives being held in a Zaun prison, but their weapons were not strong enough to destroy the strong walls. Determined to give the professors a new color, Giggs begins experimenting with a new type of armament, and soon realizes that he can use the exhibits from the previous accident to destroy the walls and rescue the captured yodelers.

Long before that, Ryan Giggs had already created a batch of powerful bombs that he affectionately called the "Hex Blast". Armed with his new productions, which were ready for his "first show", Giggs made his way to Zaun and snuck out to the outskirts of the prison. He planted a giant bomb in the prison and watched happily as the explosion pierced the wall. Once the smoke cleared, he ran quickly into the prison, driving away the guards with a flurry of bombs. He rushed to the cell, blasted the hinges of the cell door, and returned to freedom with the captured yodelers. Upon his return to the Academy, the humble professors officially conferred on Giggs an honorary title – Dean of the Demolition Academy. After being rehabilitated, Ryan accepted the offer, eager to take his ever-expanding range of Hex explosives to the grander city of Valoran.

Siddha Kay was born in Noxus and was drafted into the army as a child soldier at an early age. Leading this brutal force was the most insidious officer under Bron-Darkwell. After the fiasco of Presidon in Navoli, the aggression turned into a protracted war of attrition.