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[LoL News] Champion & Skin Sale: A Fearsome Fighting Team

Discussion in 'LoL News' started by Adiados, Feb 11, 2013.

  1. Adiados

    Adiados Sage

    Sep 4, 2011
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    Deep in the wilderness, secret ninja academies train the protectors of the future. Some become infamous death-dealers like Monster Destroyer or Super Killer, others are less celebrated though no less feared. Some of the splinter groups rise from the shadows in the amber hue of the blood moon, and others roll out, garbed in the armor of midnight. Believe it.

    When they meet, by sacred vow and secret code, they are bound to fight.

    As the eventide settles, a thick blanket of fog coats a shrouded grove. A low, thrumming sound issues from the tangles of thicket. The heavily armored form of a rolling ball appears.

    • Ninja Rammus. Ok. 487 RP


    More rustling, and the branches part, revealing two wickedly curved kama and the sinuous figure of another ninja.

    • Blood Moon Akali. Yeh. 487 RP


    Twin terrifying masked eyes stare at the two already facing off; the form the eyes belong to lingering to one side with its hands grasping sheathed blades.

    • Blood Moon Shen. Alright. 487 RP


    A shrill whistling heralds the arrival of another combatant, spirit blades rushing through the air.

    • Irelia. Yeah. 440 RP


    Long shadows spawn from the light of the moon overhead. A ripping, shredding sound announces the presence of the last ninja warrior.

    • Zed. Hmm. 487 RP


    To an observer, nothing happens; figures left standing and staring. A battle of wits leaves no scars upon the land. But one drifts apart from the group, and the tremor of his passing breaks the others’ concentration.

    • Rammus. Right. 395 RP


    The low, growling rumble fades as the practitioners of ancient arts vanish into the morning mist. Were it not for the silence of the forest, one could easily imagine they had all left the glade. A careful, cautious snake slithers through the tall grass, the susurrus of his passing a whisper on the wind. The swipe of an armored claw snatches up the serpent, and the slow crunching of bones echoes in the brush.

    None had departed. They linger, a memory of secrets and the promise of a future. Evil? The ninja way knows neither good nor evil. Still, they’ll haunt this grove from February 12 to February 15. Only then will their hidden forms return to the battlefields they stalk, their shadowed brand of justice dealt from darkness.

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