Vlad: Swain: Yes, Vlad: Whatchu do in the League? Every I'm up against you all I do is feed Swain: As the Master Tactician I halt Ionian vision. My of ravenous ravens perform precision incisions.
Vlad: Da *beep* you just Oh yea, me too! I hate Ionian scum, but why you hate me, boo? :[ Swain: Perhaps I wasn't clear, or maybe you're just slow. Let me break it down, the scenario
I came around to get my blue and I saw you through the ward I threw a minute or two ago but you go and try to grab the steal though you know you can't outheal me? and you wonder why you feed me? My ravens make a meal to eat while you ulti, Q, and E and then you
Try to run, and you try to Try to make it the jungle to the other side You for help, "Please save me, Vi!" Ravens eating you alive, Decrepified
All hope is lost, out of time Accept fate, meet your demise OH it's Ryze with Sorc Shoes but I hit him with my W; he'll
Vlad: I've never seen power Swain: They're terrified, all of me, so they're sitting at their tower being cowardly
This battle's gone for hours Swain: My birds devour anything in sight, so step away from your tower, let's end this
I'm beaten half My forsaken me
I like to call it poetic did you really think your deeds would simply go unpunished, the outcome has always been set in stone, if you go up against me, you get Edgar Allan Poe-ned
Vlad: So what's up with that Raven sitting on your shoulder? Does it have a name? Are you its rightful HER is Beatrice you pulse challenged leech and she'll tear you apart before I finish this speech.
Vlad: Whoa! what's with the hostility? Did I do wrong? Anyway, last question: How are you so strong? Swain: Rod of Ages and Hourglass never steer me wrong, but if you wanna do more damage put on TB's thong and you
Try to run, and you try to Try to make it across the jungle to the other You for help, "Please save me, Vi!" Ravens you alive, you're Decrepified
All hope is lost, out of time Accept fate, meet your demise OH SHIT it's Ryze Sorc Shoes but if I hit him with my W Nevermove
Vlad: I've never seen such Swain: They're terrified, all scared of me, so they're sitting at their tower cowardly
Vlad: This gone for hours Swain: My birds devour anything in sight, so step away your tower, let's end this fight
Vlad: I'm eaten My forsaken me
I like to call it poetic justice did you really think your would simply go unpunished, the outcome has always been set in stone, if you go up against me, you get Edgar Allan Poe-ned