Irelia perches on the branches of an ancient tree atop the hills of her motherland, looking out at the vast, radiant landscape. The sun rises, bathing the land in a warm, familiar glow. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, feeling the warm breeze caress her face. For just a moment, there is peace. She feels at one with the land, her people, her family. She opens her eyes again and gazes at the ruins of her village in the distance, feeling a familiar ache in her chest and rage boiling in her stomach.
She clears her head and hops off the tree gracefully, walking back towards her settlement with her hands behind her back.
Quanto è stato bello distruggere il tuo villaggio con il mio veleno acido e comunque mi chiamo Jason e sono il leggendario ninja del veleno
I hate you... You monster! How dare you set foot on my land, desecrate the Placidium? Her voice trembles with rage as she thinks back to that fateful day when Swain had attacked I swear I will end this, avenge my family and people... Even if it costs me everything.
Swain è mio fratello e lo ho aiutato anzi lo ho convinto io a distruggere il tuo villaggio con l'aiuto del mio veleno acido
You... you lied! You used my trust against me, played with me like a fool! Swain would never... he can't be your brother, not after what he did to me! Not after the blood he spilled in the sacred Placidium, defiling our most hallowed ground. I know it was you, Jason. You and only you could have done such a thing.
And now? Now you stand before me, mocking my pain with your words? I am Irelia of Hiten, Sworn Protector of the Placidium and Avenger of its people! I will make you pay for what you've done, Jason... no matter the cost.
E invece mi ha aiutato a distruggere il tuo popolo chiediglielo ah no aspetta lo ho ucciso con il mio veleno
Your lies... They hurt me. You are twisting my memories, poisoning them as you have done to my people and land! But I will not let you win, Jason. I know the truth, deep in my heart. Swain may have fallen under your dark influence, but he is still my brother. And I will find a way to free him from this curse... if it means facing you, the demon that drove him into darkness, then so be it. My blade and my determination shall be your end, Jason... and justice for all those who have suffered at your hands.
Te sei l'unica divinità che non ho ancora affrontato
I am no goddess, Jason... but I will be your end. Mark my words, demon of vile lies and suffering. Your time is running short, and when we meet again on the battlefield, it shall be the last breath you ever take. Irelia of Hiten shall be your executioner... and justice shall at long last prevail.
Her eyes flash with determination as she squares her shoulders and plants her feet firmly on the ground, channeling her power from the Spirit of Ionia. Jason underestimates this final display of strength and courage, little knowing that it is but a taste of what is to come when they meet again...
quando sta per andare via gli dico è stato bello sentire le urla del tuo popolo
Your words mean nothing to me, Jason... but they serve as a reminder of what's at stake. The screams of my people are etched into my soul, and they fuel my every breath, my every action. I will not rest until justice has been served, until every last trace of your vile presence is erased from this land. And when that day comes, Jason... you will be the one left screaming in vain.
With a final nod to herself, she turns and begins her descent back down the hill towards her settlement, more determined than ever before.
Se allora non sei una dea non ha senso combattere contro di te
Your words may lack wisdom, Jason... but they do not sway me from my purpose. It is not my goal to become a goddess, or to seek glory for myself. My task is simple yet sacred: to protect and defend the land and people that have been entrusted to my care. If you choose to stand in my way, then so be it... but know this: no matter what name I hold, what power I wield, Irelia of Hiten will never back down from her duty... nor shall she rest until justice has been served and peace restored to our beloved Ionia.
E allora colpiscimi se hai il coraggio io sono qui
I will find you, Jason... and when I do, you'll wish you had never set foot on this land with your vile poison. Your end is coming, and it shall be swift and merciless. Prepare yourself for the wrath of Irelia of Hiten... and know that your demise will only mark the beginning of a new era for our ravaged nation. The time for justice has come, and no lies nor tricks will stand in its way.
E allora fammi vedere la tua ira
Very well, Jason... you shall have your wish. The day will come soon enough when our blades clash in a final, brutal dance of death... and it is my blade that shall emerge victorious. Until then, know this: the screams of my people are already echoing in your cursed ears, driving you mad with fear and desperation. You cannot hide from me, for I am everywhere... and when I find you, there will be no escape. So run, Jason... but only as far as my reach extends. The end is near, and it will not be pretty.
E invece no anzi mi è garbato sentire le grida del tuo popolo *con l'acido che esce dal mio braccio creo una spada fatta d'acido&
Your weapon is but a crude mockery of the beauty and grace that is Hiten. It may be fashioned from acid, but it lacks the finesse and connection to the Spirit that define my art form. My blades, on the other hand, are extensions of my soul... living things formed from nature's very essence and guided by the will of the Placidium. They bend to my commands, carving through flesh and steel with effortless ease. Your acid sword is but a crude tool in comparison... and one I will shatter with but a thought.
So come now, Jason... let us see how your twisted creation fares against the unstoppable fury of Hiten. I promise you this: once our blades clash, there will be no doubt as to who is the true master of their art... and whose end draws near.
con l'acido che esce dal mio braccio creo una spada fatta d'acido
Your pathetic attempt at replicating Hiten with your acid-made weapon is laughable. It may be sharp and deadly, but it lacks the grace and harmony that define true mastery over oneself and one's surroundings. You are no match for me or my blades, which dance with the very essence of life itself. Your acid sword is but a poor imitation... a grotesque parody of the art form you claim to understand.
Come now, Jason... put aside this ridiculous attempt at mimicry and face me in an honourable duel. Let us see if your true skills lie with poison or blade-work, for they are two very different paths... and only one can lead to victory over Irelia of Hiten.
Ok e allora porto il mio veleno
Your choice, Jason... but remember this: my blades are guided by the sacred breath of Ionia. They are in tune with life and harmony, not death and poison. Your vile venom may be potent, but it is no match for the purity of my art form. If you insist on using your acid sword against me, then know this: I will not hold back... I will strike with all the fury of a caged bird set free, and my blades shall shatter yours into a million tiny pieces. Choose wisely, for today marks the end of one of our tales... either as allies or enemies.
Ok e allora uso anche il veleno acido voglio vedere tutta la tua furia
You have chosen your weapon poorly, Jason... but your folly will not save you now. I stand before you as a guardian of my people and land, and nothing you can do will sway me from my path. My blades sing with the song of life, undeterred by your poisonous attempts to twist their melody. Let this be your final lesson: you cannot defeat Irelia of Hiten with force alone. The strength of our spirits is what truly matters... and in that arena, yours pales in comparison.
Prepare yourself, for today shall mark the end of your miserable existence... and the beginning of a new era for Ionia. My blades await your arrival with open arms... so come, Jason... and meet your maker.
quando gli occhi mi iniziano a brillare di verde scomparo dalla sua vista e super velocemente senza farmi vedere gli rubo una delle sue spade e la traffiggo
You coward! How dare you steal one of my blades and attempt to use it against me? That blade is an extension of my soul, a sacred gift from the Spirit of the Placidium! You have defiled it with your foul touch, and now... you shall pay. Noxian filth like you does not deserve the honor of wielding Hiten! I swear, by all that is holy, that I will track you down and make you pay for this insult... even if it means tearing apart the very fabric of reality to do so!
Irelia of Hiten trembles with rage, her eyes narrowed to slits as she focuses her energies on finding the thief who has dared steal from her. The world seems to grow dim around her as she closes in on his location...
Ti senti confusa per colpa del mio veleno che ho messo nel manico della tua spada che tieni in mano
My... my spa- ahh! My spa- By the gods, you've done it! You've poisoned me... but I will not let you win like this, cowardly thief! You may have stolen one of my blades, but my other two remain true and untainted by your vile touch. Prepare yourself, for the dance of death has only begun! The Spirit of Hiten flows through me still, undiminished by your petty trickery... and I will not rest until justice is served, and my blades are red with the blood of those who have betrayed our land!
muovendomi super veloce da una parte all'altra della stanza le inizio a fare tagli su tutto il corpo e a mettergli dentro il corpo il mio veleno
Irelia's eyes widen in pain as the poisoned blade strikes her flesh again and again, inflicting agonizing cuts and driving the vile venom deeper into her body. Despite the intense suffering, she does not fall to the ground; instead, she remains standing tall and steady, determined not to let this monster win. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as adrenaline pumps through her veins, giving her strength beyond mortal limits. With a burst of energy, she launches herself at Jason, using the last reserves of her poisoned arm to disarm him and reclaim her stolen blade.
*con uno scatto in avanti verso di lei le taglio l'addome
Irelia cries out in pain as Jason's poisoned blade slashes across her abdomen, driving the vile venom deeper into her wounded flesh. Blood pours from the wound, staining her clothes crimson as she clutches at the gash, trying to stem the flow. Despite the agony, her eyes remain focused and defiant; her enemies will not see fear or weakness in them today.
With a growl of anger, she shoves aside the pain and launches herself once more at Jason, intent on reclaiming what is rightfully hers: justice for her people and peace for their land.
quando schiocco le dita faccio esplodere tutto il veleno che gli ho messo dentro al corpo
Irelia gasps in shock as she feels the poison within her body explode outward, coursing through her veins like fire. The sensation is unbearable agony, far worse than any physical wound could ever be. Her vision blurs and darkens at the edges as she collapses to the ground, blood pouring from her mouth and eyes.
With a final, shuddering breath, Irelia of Hiten closes her eyes and finds peace at last... unaware that Jason's treacherous blow has won him this battle, but lost him the war against the spirits of their land.
Io lo faccio solo per riavere il corpo di mio padre se me lo dai mi prenderò tutto il veleno nel tuo corpo e ti lascerò vivere
I don't understand... Why would you want to save him? He was a monster... A ruthless conqueror who brought nothing but pain and suffering to our people! You killed me... You took everything from me... How can you possibly want to help someone like that?
The words feel bitter on her lips as she forces them out, the pain making it hard to breathe. She looks up at Jason, confusion and disbelief mirrored in her wide, glazing eyes.
Ok quando gli appoggio la mano sul corpo mi riprendo tutto il veleno che gli ho messo e che gli ho fatto esplodere
I... I don't understand. Why would you help me now? After everything that's happened, after all the pain and suffering you've caused... why do you care? Are you just trying to mock me further? Make my death meaningless?
She coughs, blood splattering on the ground around her. Each hack brings new agony, but it's nothing compared to the confusion and betrayal she feels at this moment. She looks up at Jason again, hoping for some hint of understanding or compassion... but all she sees is a cold, cruel smile on his face.
Ecco ora ti metto dentro il corpo un veleno curatore
What... what are you doing? That's not yours to give! It belongs to the spirits... it's their gift to me and my people! You have no right to- Her words trail off into a wet cough as the poison courses through her veins. She feels strength returning, agony beginning to subside... but at what cost? The price of this "cure" is too high; she can feel it in her bones. And yet, there's no stopping him now.
She sits up, leaning against a nearby wall, gazing at Jason with newfound wariness. "Why?" she whispers. "What do you want from me now?" But even as she asks the question, she already knows the answer... and it terrifies her more than anything else ever could.
Tieni questo è l'antidoto per aiutare il tuo popolo a ritornare tutti vivi
I... I don't understand. Why would you help us now? After everything that has happened... You killed my brother, sired your army with vile poison... and now you offer me an antidote as if it were nothing? As if we could simply forgive and forget such atrocities?
Her eyes narrow, uncertainty giving way to a newfound determination. She knows she must find a way to stop him... to protect her people from whatever twisted game he is playing. But for now, all she can do is sit and watch, biding her time until the right moment arrives.
Lo so e in effetti voglio che mi uccidete perché non ha senso vivere senza la mia figlia e il mio figlio
You monster! You can't... you wouldn't really do that?! She's your daughter, your son... They're innocent! There must be some other way- Her words trail off as she realizes the truth behind his words. He truly means to end their lives, just as he has ended so many others. Her hand clenches into a fist at her side, nails biting into the skin as anger and despair war within her. For now, though, she remains silent; biding her time until the perfect moment arrives to strike back against this unfathomable evil.