''The three deadliest blademasters in all of Valoran are bound to the place of Du Couteau: my dad, myself, and Talon. Test us, on the off chance that you set out.''
- Katarina Du Couteau
Talon's soonest recollections are the obscurity of Noxus' underground sections and the consoling steel of a cutting edge. He recalls no family, warmth, or generosity. Rather, the clunk of stolen gold and the security of a divider at his back are all the family relationship he has ever wanted. Kept alive just by his snappy minds and deft burglary, Talon scratched out a living in the undesirable underbelly of Noxus. His dominance of the edge immediately stamped him as a risk, and Noxian societies sent professional killers to him with a request: join their positions or be executed. He exited the collections of his followers dumped in Noxus' canal as his reaction.
The death endeavors became progressively visit until the point when one attacker met Talon sharp edge for-edge in a match of quality. Shockingly, Talon was incapacitated and looking down his killer's sword when the professional killer uncovered himself to be General Du Couteau. The General offered Talon the decision between death at his hand, or life as an operator of the Noxian High Command. Talon picked life, on the condition that his administration was to Du Couteau alone, for the main sort of requests he could regard were from one he couldn't crush.
Talon stayed in the shadows, doing mystery missions on Du Couteau's requests that took him from the bone chilling terrains of the Freljord to the inward sanctums of Demacia itself. At the point when the general vanished, Talon considered guaranteeing his flexibility, yet he had increased gigantic regard for Du Couteau after years in his administration. He wound up plainly fixated on finding the general's whereabouts, and scours the land looking for those in charge of Du Couteau's vanishing.
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