« She wasn’t sure just how she got into the situation she was in, and she didn’t rightly care right now. What she did care about however, is the fact that her arms were getting very tired of swinging back and forth in a snare trap upside down. She felt like her head was going to explode, and she’d come close to passing out several times as it was already. And because of this one could imagine how relieved the enforcer felt at the sight of the barbarian king »
❝ Hey big boy could you uh, maybe swing that big sword of yours and cut me down?
❞
The Piltover’s Finest seemed to get herself wrapper into another mess. Tryndamere couldn’t help but let out a slight giggle. The situation she was in was just so absurd. “You are lucky these ‘criminals’ are such softies here in your land.” He took his sword and swung at the rope. “Do not ever plan a visit to Freljord, you would have been cooked for a meal.”
He felt slightly odd saving people. His tribe before would have never done such a thing. You get yourself in a mess, you find a way out or die. Perhaps, it was his Queen who has changed his outlooks on the definition of survival and rescue.
