these days...

I do not know what I am to do with such uncertainty."

"For a couple of the greenhorns, yes. The Noxians who led with me have trained sea legs and found our courage even in harsh weather.

We showed no fear and defied the Volibear by sailing through it.

You cannot kill a storm god, but you can defy it with sheer will."

expect a challenger to play honorably. Now begin!”
The three Noxians lunged and swung at Mizu.

are not here to test one or the other. We are here to test both against guile.”

He placed his fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly.

Doors to the left and right of them around the arena opened and three more Noxians walked out, holding spears and sword at Mizu as they circled him/

“Never —

“You’re pallid. It’s good to be well hydrated before any combat.”

Rictus was playing mind games as he pulled the spear from the dirt and walked around Mizu like a bear guarding its territory.

“You have strength perhaps enough to cut through me. You’re also very perceptive of my movements… But we —

preparation or anything to drink before we get started?"

Rictus was swinging the spear sword slowly as he waited for Mizu to show.

As he saw the swordsman walk up, he stuck the spear end in the dirt and walked up to Mizu, sizing them up.

"Ambessa speaks highly of you and your skill.

She's asked me to be a practice for large opponents.

Do you need --

training, we would still be just as unprepared as we were for a battle with that ursine."

He offered her the other tumbler.

He sighed.
"Some of the sailors wanted to gain speed until we reached shore, and us with more hardened minds decided to sail through the Volibear.

Our cannons were loaded, our spears at the ready, and even if we had a thousand of the strongest Noxian minds and bodies of a hundred years of -

as the boat rocked sideways to and fro. It was too late when we saw what sent them fleeing for their souls.

A large storm, alone and tempered, summoning wind and thunder.

Bard had released the Volibear upon us..."

We were out by day four, clear skies. No cloud. We lowered sail and took a moment of relaxation...

Bard knew all too well to seize the opportunity of sailors at rest.

We did not see the fish and sea life swim toward us at great haste until we felt their scales and hide smack against our hull, -