Hello. I'm Rengar.

They rout.

I have overcome my enemies, and now their spirits, their last drops of hope, all lie broken.

None have been able to best me, the ultimate, ever more vicious predator.

My necklace is as filled with the last testament to their existence as the air is filled with the sweet stench of death.

As my oppostion witnesses the last rays of light their eyes will ever see, I rest in the shade.

None have been able to best me, for my mere roar heals my wounds and hardens my skin.

My knife has yet to know both armor and hide it cannot penetrate. Steel is useless, for it doesn't bleed, and my blade relentlessly hungers for blood.

I look upwards, staring into the blocked sun. It is not a tree or a cloud that blocks it. Whatever it is, it is falling.

Suddenly I feel my strength wither. The might and dexterity that once condecorated even the most simple of my moves seem beyond my grasp.

I am weakened, but not gone. Yet.

My fallen and forgotten self is still able to muster the strength to look into by bane, my arch-nemesis. It has finally fallen upon me.

The nerf bat defeats me.

For such is the law of the Summoners Rift. All that is fair is sure to soon be foul.