Welcome to Summoner's Rift". The champions heard as they entered. Time after time, match after mach they hear this phrase before battle. Garen Crownnguard was the paradigm of Demacian military strength. Known all throughout Valoran as the most devastating force in the battlefield, valued by allies, feared by enemies, respected by all. But along with so many legendary fighters, he entered the Fields of Justice looking to justly represent his beloved city state. Today was no different, another scheduled match with a new set of teammates to battle alongside with. He sat at the spawning pool along with the steam golem, Blitzcrank, a hemomancer, his blood red eyes staring at him like he was meat, his childhood friend Jarvan, with his lance in hand, Demacian runes engraved in his golden armor, and across them sat Vayne the vigilante, her silver arrows poking from the quiver strapped in her back with a giant ornate crossbow. And an archer in a brown cloak.
Vayne was in the midst of battle, struggling to reload as a blue Minotaur charged her. Seeing her, and knowing very well she was in no condition to take more punishment, Garen kicked the mighty beast in the ribs knocking him sideways. As Vayne ran back to the spawning pool to heal, Garen was left alone to fend off an attack against a newly teleported foe and the wounded Minotaur. As the beast licked it's wounds, Garen charged the man, in blue oriental clothing holding a 5 foot steel blade. While the minions clashed around them, Garen swung his heavy sword in circles hacking down any unfortunate victims. The samurai quickly countered and parried. Garen quickly rolled aside and was met with a vicious blast of air knocking him airborne. The samurai slashed him from the ground, hacking away at Garen's shoulder plate with strikes made from air, as he descended, Garen's instincts kicked in and he delivered a decisive strike mid-air immediately bashing his foe in the skull and bringing their battle to an abrupt end. Any man would be dead as Garen had killed many Noxian soldiers with the same strike if it wasn't for the magical protection given by the League to it's champions.
But now, suddenly healthy again and angrier than ever, the Minotaur charged at the wounded Garen, fists balled and sprinting ever closer when out of nowhere, a volley of frozen arrows punctured his side, followed by a timely throw of the lance by the crowned prince, Jarvan that incapacitated the great horned bull-man and knocked it into the treeline. "You alright?" asked the archer "Yes, you saved me, Thank you"replied Garen as the archer threw a potion at him. "Not a problem" replied the woman. "Well..do you have a name?" asked Garen curiously. "Yes, my name's Ashe".