User blog comment:Commander Marko/''Technomancer'' (Thoughts about the way lore is written now)/@comment-3476718-20140419170221

Here's some fanservice for you!

She waved her silky, white hair and let the wind raise it elegantly. The spheres glided around her slowly, emitting a faint humming sound. With a wave of her hand, she put them to rest gently on the ground.

She was quiet and determined. She was usually like that. Though everyone knew what her ambitions were, no one actually knew what she was thinking. No one dared to get close enough to know, anyway.

She waved her hair again, her eyes looking at the scene ahead.

"Such ugliness."

The city of Piltover, to the normal eye, was magnificently built- the towers that defied the clouds, the buslting sounds of the urban city, and the organization that tolerated no injustice. To normal people, it was beautiful

Syndra frowned. How does one live in such a loud and bustling place? There is no place to study in peace, no place to train. There was nothing but pale buildings and boring people.

Still, it was the city of technology. The most powerful weapons came from Piltover.

"Save for my own," Syndra said, sending a sphere forcefully into a nearby tree. She did not turn around to see the smoldering ruins behind her, left with only a miserable stump on the ground.

They've been developing a new weapon, she'd heard. A massive railgun built from the technology of sphere trajectory. A weapon that she cound use. A power that could possibly double, no, triple, her abilities.

"I need it," she said, tightening her fist. "I'll tear the whole city open if I need to."

As she said so, a fleeting memory rushed towards her. It was eroded by time, but the memories never truly changed in prominence. His strong, powerful build and reassuring demeanor always stayed in her mind.

He was from Piltover, she remembered. Considering his brilliance, he's probably working with the government right now. He might even get in the way of her raid of the city...

No.

She hand slashed through the air, creating a sphere in her hand. She sent it into the ground, her eyes not moving from the target before her. She must get the weapon at all costs.

At all costs.