There was one obvious path, and that involved taking on a challenger much bigger than himself. Of course, at his current size that meant everyone, even Teemo, but the Noxian assassin wasn't too interested with dealing with a stealthed happy go lucky yordle, so he picked the nearest alternative. Yasuo.
The wandering blade's room happened to be opposite his own; the institute putting similar "roles" next to each other for organization. Smirking he quickly made his way across the hall, more silent than he had ever been in his life and ducked underneath the door.
Inside, he was smacked hard with the sounds of Yasuo sleeping, mainly snoring like a pig. From the sounds of it the ronin had clearly had too much to drink and was half passed out half asleep on his bed. One leg dangled off onto the floor and nearby, scattered around were semi-empty sake jugs. Talon grimaced at the scene and checked the rest of the room.
Things were fairly simple. From his viewpoint at the door he couldn't see much past the bed, but that was all he needed. Making his way casually over he contemplated his next course of action. Would he tackle the drunk giant face on, or was there other things in the room worth exploring first.
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