"Naut!" Isaac called up to the Titan. His usual shyness was not evident at the moment, considering he respected and appreciated the champion before him and how he summoned him constantly. "I saw you in that match. Great job!" He left out the part where the Titan had gotten squished by a rock.
âThere is⊠no âIâ in team, SummonerâŠâ The titanic entity glanced before him and to an array of passing Champions. âI⊠thank you⊠for the compliment⊠but I alone⊠could not change⊠the outcomeâŠâÂ
And then there was that whole âbeing squished by a rockâ incident⊠but that was in the past.
"Well, shit happens, yâknow." He gave a small smirk. "I donât think I could have done any better than the Summoner who you had been working with, but spectating the match was definitely worth something."
"Iâll make sure to use you more effectively when the time comes."
âMy kit⊠was utilized to near perfection⊠I did not leave⊠those plains⊠without denting the enemyâs teamâŠÂ
Who knew⊠that a Summoner⊠would have the mindset⊠to sacrifice his Championâs life. I didnât.â
That was probably the first time Isaac saw anything like that. It was odd, to say the least. Effective, but odd. Then again, this was Graves we were talking about.
"You'd think the guy would have at least try to run. Get as far away as possible and attempt to recall. Then again, that's pretty hard with broken ribs." The summoner stood there pondering on the thought, trying to think of a different tactic that could have been put to play instead of straight out suicide. The pain of death from the Champions is obviously linked with their Summoners. And pain was something that Isaac could not deal with well enough to sacrifice himself orhis Champion on the Rift. His worry weighed more on the Champion's behalf.
"I don't think I could ever pull through with that stunt. Even if it's the only way." Isaac put his hands in his pockets, the hood shadowing his eyes from the Titan's perspective.













