Chief-Slaya

"The sky poured rain upon the steel roof of the van, causing a sound of incessant repetition, like a hail of bullets from the SMGs sitting inside it. the agents had been following Damien for more than 3 years, and they finally had the opportunity to get him. It was the one night in all those three years he would be least guarded, when they finally had an agent on the inside. This was the night they would get in. 'So, how is the wine?', Damien asked Bianca, who was enjoying her dinner. 'Very nice, what year is it?' '1924. A very interesting number.' he replied, causing Bianca to shift uncomfortably. Damien continued, 'My grandfather was bor

"The meta's changed, Singed," Darius smiled. "You don't have any real gap-closers, you just can't keep up." Singed furrowed his brow and took another drink. He'd come to the Rabble Rouser Inn for a nice tonic, not to defend himself. "I've got speed to make up for it," he mumbled, "and there's my slow..." "Every champ and their support has a slow, Singed," Zyra mused, "and without items you're no faster than the rest of us. Frankly, your dependence is a liability, especially with less movement items available." No matter how angrily he glared at it, Singed's glass was still in one piece. "Gap-closers aren't everything," Singed protested. "I ca