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nightmare

written by: ghost


H e grumbled.  “You…”  Tryndamere huffed.  “Jayce, are a good looking fellow. You see before you think I am flirting with you as a giggling girl would, I am not.   I am only answering the questions given. To be clear.”  He cracked his knuckles with his face as red as a fresh apple.  “One, Jayce.  

“Two…  Uh…  Probably that Noxian fellow with the battle axe…  A little on the older side…  O!  Yes, Darius I believe.

“And the third would indeed be…  Trundle.”  Tryndamere gave a dark smirk.  “I jest.  Fucker is as ugly as a mutilated corpse, it’d be Braum.”  

 ( ( closed starter with @thepioneerofpiltover ) )

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T ryndamere walked among the people of Piltover, thoughto any eye in the crowd, he could be pin pointed as a man that was not from around here.  It was obvious he was of the city-state of Freljord ( but perhaps less obvious that heindeed was the King of the icy lands ). 

 He walked among them; shredding his teeth in agitationFor the putrid heat was quite unbearable for the barbarian and he swore to the Gods for which he never prayed to ‘he would never return.’.

Perhaps, it was true.  He would never come back to these lands but Tryndameres future travels mattered little at the present time

The Barbarian King was trapped among a city of buzzing mayhem.  And because of the capacity of people in this city, Ashe recommended his sword be sheathed against Tryndmeres back.  

At the present moment, the Freljordian felt like unsheathing it and tearing off some heads of the noisy people of Piltover–

      with their gadgets , designs , the way the make brown look gaudy , the way they 

      hold themselves higher than the people around them , it looks like a giant contest

      to determine who is the “smartest man” yet they all would point ‘i, i am the most

      intelligent, it is i .’  their heads were full , and tryndamere could cure that with a 

      swing of sword.

Tryndameres temper became unbearable yet he knew his orders and must follow them as a man who is highly regarded.  O! but he shook with the intensity of his anger.

 “AAAAAh!”