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I accidentally got too wrapped up in this character’s existential breakdown and when it ended it was more than just a punchline.. those fears of when it would end.. the fact that it happened on the characters request, i felt like it deserved at least a little happiness for all it’s trouble:P
After a long match with Teemo, Graves realizes that there is something different... something fascinating about the yordle
There’s something about Teemo that makes Graves nervous. It’s a swirling, tingly feeling—intoxicating and new.
He doesn’t understand why he feels this way, and he knows it’s terribly wrong, but, for the life of him, the grizzly gunman just can’t help it. Because suddenly, hell, every time Teemo shoots him a glance in lane, every time he blows a blinding dart Graves’ way (damn, those lips), all he can think about is slamming the yordel, feet dangling, against the wall and kissing that cocky grin off his face.
Graves doesn’t know what to do.
It’s less than thirty minutes past minion spawning when Graves’ team experiences their depressing defeat. His creep score is less than fantastic, he knows, and Leona is giving him a look that tells him exactly what she thinks of that. Nevertheless, Graves takes his loss with as much pride as he has left, nodding his congratulations to the opposing team.
Teemo is chatting with Jinx (they seem to be on friendly terms, Graves notes, and consequently wonders why he cares) when Graves realizes that he’s never before appreciated the fact that Teemo never wears a shirt. The yordel is kind of furry, of course, but Graves has to admit it just adds to his charm. His hands, too, are rather cute. They’re small, but strong (and Graves knows there are better places they could be than around that little wooden blowpipe).
And then Grave’s heart stops, because Teemo is looking at him. They lock gazes—or at least Graves thinks they do, he can never really tell with Teemo—and the man feels his knees grow weak.
Leona give a shout when he hits the ground. And Teemo, meanwhile, reconsiders the changes he made to his magical mushrooms’ chemical make-up.
Jaxs' favorite weapon before he started using a lamppost to beat everyone?
Jax has never been defeated on the Fields of Justice. The Grandmaster at Arms is untouchable when he fights. When he uses a spear, he impales his enemies before they can reach him. When he uses a bow and arrow, he leaves them full of holes before they see him. He crushes his opponents when he holds a mace and pummels them with a shield. But when Jax carries his sword, there is no fight. After he picks it up, no match had ever lasted for longer than twenty minutes.
But to be fair, calling it a sword was like calling Cho’Gath a bug. The blade was nearly as tall as a man and it was as heavy as a tree trunk. With a single swing, it could cleave a champion in two. Jax could count the number times he carried it onto the rift on his three fingered hands before complaints started pouring in.
Summoners from every city-state cried out the he was ridiculous, over powered, and broken. They demanded the Institute find a way to balance his power with the other champions, or they would withdraw from the League. In the end, they had no choice but to acquiesce. They forced Jax to go into combat with weights chained to his body, slowing considerably. They took items that Jax favored and locked them away in the vault. They even used magic to completely remove some of his abilities when he fought. Nothing worked.
It wasn’t until Jax swore to never carry a sword again that Runeterra breathed a collective sigh of relief. One that was swiftly cut short as he ripped a lamppost from the ground and calmly stepped into his lane.
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