#man-at-war

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man-at-war replied: Meanwhile dar/ius and sw/ain have some of the angriest eyes ever

demacia 1 / noxus 0

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A firm knock on the wood door announced Iris’s arrival. That morning she had gotten a summons from Swain personally, asking her to attend a meeting with him. The contents of the summons was intentionally kept vague, so Iris could only assume they would be speaking about something of importance and needed confidentiality.

“I got your summons, sir,” Iris walked up to the war table, examining the map of Valoran, “Is there something you wanted to discuss with me?”

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man-at-war replied: Confess

‘ have you come to confess your sins? . . . or is it something else? ’

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battle intro: ‘ come. show me if the hand of noxus is worthy of his name. ’victory: ‘ and how many failed invasions of demacia does this make it? ’half HP: ‘ so the brute can fight. who would have thought? ’low HP: ‘ i will not be beaten by the likes of you! ’defeat: ‘ no. i can’t fail. not here. ’ death: ‘ you will … join me … soon. ’assist: ‘ unexpected but not unappreciated … maybe there is hope for your nation. ’taunt: ‘ go, fetch the rest of your army, dog … i’ll wait. ’reacting to taunt: ‘ as expected of a mut. ’flee: ‘ don’t think this is over. ’reacting to flee: ‘ good. run, like the dog you are. come back a real challenge. ’ tie: ‘ it would seem that we are evenly matched. you should be proud. ’perfect victory: ‘ and noxus’ pillar of might crumbles so easily. ’low HP victory: ‘ a valiant attempt, but the just will always be victorious. ’finishing move: to the prince, his opponent was more butcher than soldier, truly he lacked the finesse of the position. he dodged and parried, eyes ever peeled for just the right moment to present itself. and, when it did, he struck hard and fast. the tip of his lance cleaved across his opponent’s throat, a river of blood now flowing from the great wound. falling back, he watched the man waver, slowly drowning in his own ichor. ’ a shame you wont be remembered as a kingslayer like your predecessor. ’

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@jaycetechmaturgics replied to your post: don't make me emotional about jarvan

make you emotional about jarvan ? gotcha >;3c

@man-at-war replied to your post: I love this lovely boy

me too ;u;

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man-at-war replied: // You forgot he looks hot af as a ginat void and with a beard

honestly you’re right. let me just:

looks amazingly as an eldritch god who can give you the best succ

and also looks amazing with or without facial hair 

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prompt / battle quotes!— no longer accepting

battle intro: ‘ finally tired of your soldiers’ failure? good. face me and die like them. ’victory: ‘ surely the master tactician and vision of noxus foresaw this. right? ’half HP: ‘ so the dog has some bite to go with its bark. who would’ve thought? ’low HP: ‘ you’ve bled me near death before. you think this will stop me if that didn’t? ’defeat: ‘ go on. do it. i deserve a clean death. ’death: ‘ light … guide me … ’assist: ‘ an interesting move. let’s see how it plays out for you, grand - general. ’taunt: ‘ in demacia, we have a particular way of dealing with monsters like you. but don’t worry, i’m sure the anullers will give you special treatment. ’reacting to taunt: ‘ tch. classy … so this is the standard for noxian nobility. ’flee: ’ we’ll finish this next time. and things will go very different. ’reacting to flee: ‘ let me guess. you’ll claim your cowardice as a tactical retreat? ’tie: ‘ even with all that power, you’re still just a match for an ordinary soldier. ’perfect victory: ‘ is this really the height of power in noxus? i’m disappointed. ’low HP victory: ‘ and, with your fall, noxus lays blind. the rest will be easy. ’finishing move: silversteel protecting him from the demonic energies that lashed off his foe, the prince dived forth with lance drawn. the earth buckled beneath the combined forces, stone jutting out of the ground around them. he could feel it draining him, but he could also seen the tip of his blade sliding deeper and deeper into his chest. once through, he cleaved it free, viscera and tainted blood showering his gold - trimmed armour.  ‘ dark magic or not, you still die like a dog. ’