“Y ou!” Tryndamere felt his blood burn as he saw the Darkin that destroyed everything, took everything, and even ruined Tryndamere.
Rage was all he felt. It was uncontrollable. He could not function any longer, all he knew was death. He had to kill the creature before him. He had to end Aatrox. It was the only path Tryndamere could recognize. Death.
The Darkin smirked. “Tryndamere… My greatest creation.” He gestured as though he were opening up for a hug, but quickly changed to a battle stance. “It is good to see you once more… A pity it is in the company of Avarosan dogs.”
His smile turned to a look of disgust. “Stay your blade, Barbarian King. You will have your chance to kill me soon enough… But so long as you keep your ties to that foolish queen, our battle must be delayed.”
“T hen you are nothing but a coward. The Queen has no quarrel with you and I would not allow interference. You aremine.” Tryndamere shook. Whether it was the rage, fear or the cold– he sought blood through it all.
The king came toward Aatrox, his breath heavy and due to the temperature; he resembled a vengeful dragon with smoke and low grumbling as he stampeded.
“I want you dead.”