Ebon Casket
Noxus follows Terme. Outside, several guards approach, quickly.
"We don't have time for this. Take the package to Atticus. I'll take care of the gu-"
His statement is interrupted by a gargle, followed by a confused stare at the wide blade protruding from his abdomen. Noxus opens his mouth to say something, but only a glob of blood escapes his throat. His eyes glaze over as his knees buckle and he slides off of the broadsword. There's another sound, familiar to Terme. Something tearing through air, coming towards him.
Meanwhile, seeing Noxus fall, the guards start sprinting to the scene. The crowd outside parts way, gasping, screaming, and watching the events unfold.