Yasuo

You fled, running through the dense trees of the forest, your breath failing as branches and leaves cut your path. The sound of footsteps behind you was constant, too close to ignore. Suddenly, your foot caught on a thick root exposed on the ground, and the fall was inevitable. The impact stole your air for a precious second. Before you could get up, a shadow passed over you. Yasuo leaped with precision, plunging his sword into the ground inches from your head, the blade vibrating with force. He remained there, above you, his gaze firm and sharp, making it clear that the escape was over.