Preface

Day three! I've gotten a lot of questions and suggestions for Champions, but I'm being intentionally obtuse. That said, some of you did manage to guess a few of the other classes. I'm still looking for suggestions on Rider though…

Reborn 1.3

X Year Seven X

"Fuck… why… am… doing… this…" I gasped as i shoved myself up for my sixtieth push-up. Now that I hit seven years old, Irelia and Braum decided it'd be okay for me to start my physical training. On the plus side, this meant a really great foundation in physical fitness, martial arts, and general combat readiness. On the down side, it really sucked. Braum's "acceptable" level of strength was completely unreasonable from any normal perspective and his reply of 'Yer not normal; yer a magus,' wasn't exactly comforting. As soon as I finished my last set for the day, I collapsed onto the floor of my room.

It's been a year since Amy joined us. She integrated into our lives so seamlessly that at times, I wondered if she was ever gone. She was everyone's baby sister, adored by Crystal, Vicky, and myself. Even Eric, young as he was, went out of his way to make her feel welcome. I guess that's the beauty of being a child. When an adult says, "She's your sister," you take that as law. Sure, Vicky had a moment when she felt threatened by another person taking her parents' attention, but that worry turned out to be unfounded. Let's face it, Carol wasn't going to be replacing Vicky for anything, especially not the daughter of Marquis.

As I predicted, Mark retired to be a househusband and only went on patrols occasionally. My mom had gotten her paralegal's license and joined Carol's law firm, meaning that instead of my house, the Dallon residence became the place to be for babysitting and our usual antics.

Crystal briefly went through the "I'm older and too cool to hang out with people younger than me" phase, but we set her straight by dog piling her and tickling her until she wet herself. That, that's a bit of blackmail I'll hold on Laserdream for life.

She triggered, by the way. Not because we tickled her, that'd be pathetic, even worse than Vicky's own trigger event. No, it was my birthday and we watched the Ring. I like horror movies, okay? I loved it. It's a classic for a reason after all, but I may have forgotten that my friends didn't have adult minds. Welp, that's one TV we're never using again...

No, the movie didn't bother me. What did bother me is that it may have given Lulu ideas…

Even at our young ages, there was no doubt in any of our minds that Crystal would be joining the family business. New Wave would have yet another flier. Sarah told her that she'd join her parents for her first patrol at the age of twelve so long as she kept up her grades. For the time being, her powers would be kept under wraps. Crysta's trigger made me wonder if I should "trigger" sometime as well.

There would be some precedent for an extremely young trigger: most notably, Vista triggered, or will trigger, at the age of eight. Presumably, Bonesaw was even younger when she triggered. Age wasn't really a factor so if I wanted to, I could. I decided that having a "trigger" of my own would help me break it to my parents. Over the years, I'd grown fond of them. It wasn't exactly love per se, but there certainly was some affection there. I knew what hiding her powers did for Skitter's relationship with her dad and I had no desire to replicate the experience for myself. In the end, I concluded that my own "trigger" should happen after I met all my Champions. That way, they'd get a say in which team I joined, if I joined one at all.

My magecraft training progressed quickly. While I wouldn't give myself any Servant rating, my Reinforcement is still too weak to even qualify for the E class, I did learn the basics. I could run faster and hit harder than anyone my age, and would until Vicky triggered. I could also enhance the concept of an object, making something more than it was on its own. On a completely unrelated note, Crystal now loathes hot cheetos. "Tastes like molten lava," she says. I had nothing to do with that and you can't prove otherwise.

I also convinced my dad to get me a wooden sword from the renaissance faire last year and have been practicing reinforcing the material. Unfortunately, that's as far as I got for useful magecrafts. I wasn't dumb enough to try to tease out the meanings and grammar behind Elder Futhark runes or try my hand at formalcraft without proper guidance. I once tried to infuse a tree with ether, my element. Nothing happened so either I needed way more prana than I had access to, or I was just sinking it into the endless pit that is Gaia somehow.

Ether really was a challenge to work with. It was both everything and nothing. Basic magical theory, what little I knew anyway, stated that ether was the basis of all mysteries, the thing used to make imagination into reality. If a spell could be considered a recipe, ether was the water, that universal solvent that would be required no matter what the final product. However, ether by itself was… bland. And not having another Element or a teacher to help me bypass the lack of an affinity, I was stuck with just swirling water in a bowl. My ultimate goal was to give my Champions form outside my own body. It wouldn't be solid, Ether was "form without substance," but being able to introduce them, or even send them on scouting missions, would go a long way to explaining my powers. If I had to, I still wasn't entirely sure how much I should tell people.

My lack of knowledge in magecraft made me almost wish I had Ryze as Caster instead of Lulu, but I'd then remember the joy of enchanting my gundams to fight to the death and I'd revise my opinion.

My seventh year on Earth Bet also turned out to be the most eventful in terms of Champions. Over the July Fourth weekend, our three families went camping outside the city and I had the rather peculiar honor of meeting two Champions in a single night.

X Year Seven, July Fourth X

"Robin, come help us set up the tents," my dad called. We were a family of three. Why we had that beast of a tent I have no idea, but I was obligated to help him set up. It's supposed to be "father-son bonding time" or somesuch. I didn't really see child labor as a relationship building experience, but whatever. He only laughed when I told him so.

As I struggled with one of the supports, Eric and Crystal were playing catch nearby. We were camping for fun, sure, but the seclusion of a remote camping site made for the perfect place to train Crystal's burgeoning powers without drawing too much attention. Really, he was throwing the ball as high up as he could and Crystal was flying up to grab it, something about improving her coordination. Apparently, having flight as your power didn't magically give you some innate understanding of three-dimensional movement. For the moment, even a rubber ball thrown by her six year old brother posed a decent challenge.

She must have missed, because the ball dropped on my head. It didn't hurt, but it was just enough distraction for me to drop the tent support, causing my side to collapse. "Oi!" I shouted and tossed it back.

"Sorry!" Crystal called.

I grumbled, but made no further issue of it. I could've sworn I heard someone chuckling in my mind. Male, not quite as deep as Braum's voice. It looks like I've got another Champion to visit.

X

Dinner was an interesting experience. I'm glad to say that as a seven year old, I finally earned enough trust from my mother to handle the kitchen. I wasn't obsessive over it like a certain sword nut, but it was both my hobby and profession in my past life. Now, it served as a connection to my past, one of the few I had remaining.

No matter how responsible, there was no way my mother would let me handle the open campfire, so all I managed to do was mix the seasoning. It was the same mix I used in my restaurant, a dry rub to coat my wings before baking. Frying was more typical in southern cuisine, but I found baking preserved more of the flavor than frying in oil. While Neil, Manpower, handled the fire, I mixed the wet sauce that would glaze the wings after they were done cooking.

"I wouldn't expect you to take an interest in cooking, Robin," he began to make light conversation. In costume, the world knew him as a high end Brute, a juggernaut who could manipulate electromagnetic fields to tank almost anything. Out of costume, he was a surprisingly mild family man. I know, Clark Kent syndrome, but you'd never expect the man to be a joker with his massive build and spade-like hands that could palm your skull.

I shrugged noncommittally. "Eh, it's fun. I like making things with my own hands and it's less work than woodshop, a lot more immediately rewarding, too." I added a touch more of cayenne into the sauce and swirled it for a minute before handing the pan to him. "Keep that on low fire for a minute to simmer."

"You're not what I'd expect in a seven year old." He grabbed the pan and with his left hand, adjusted the coals directly. Barriers were bullshit.

"No, no I am not."

"Tell me, how is Eric? I know you've been helping him with school. I appreciate that, by the way."

I began to chop some celery and carrot sticks for a veggie platter. "No problem, kid's cute. He's learning pretty quickly. His spelling could use a bit of work, but that'll come with time. He likes motorcycles though. Maybe get him some children's books about them?"

"Heh, 'kid's cute?' You talk like you're a decade older than him," Neil said ruefully. "I'll keep your suggestion in mind. You know, I used to drive a bike when I was in college." Hearing a hum in reply, he continued. "Yep, this mild-mannered superhero was something of a rebel back in the day," he joked.

"What happened to your bike?"

"It got totalled while I was trying to do something stupid. I fancied myself a stuntman. Suffice to say, I wasn't. That's how I got my powers, you know. I got some hang time, was about to hit some rocks, panicked, then volla, electromagnetic force field."

I mulled that over for a moment. Triggers always interested me. You had some extreme, brutal events like Skitter's and Bonesaw's on one end of the spectrum and comparatively vanilla events like Laserdream's and Glory Girl's on the other. Then you had events that fell somewhere in the middle like Manpower's and events that didn't quite fit like Vista's. Physical trauma, psychological trauma, it seemed like anything that changed your life or perspective of the world could qualify. Sometimes, even less than that.

While I wasn't paying attention, my knife slipped from my hand. It never would have happened in my old life, but this body didn't have the muscle memory to handle a blade by rote. "Shit," I hissed as I shoved the finger in my mouth.

"Language," Neil scolded before turning to me to see blood. He immediately broke his own rule. "Oh fuck, Emily's going to kill me. Alright, let Uncle Neil see." He gently pried my hand from my mouth.

The cut wasn't too bad, just a flesh wound on my left thumb. "It's not that big a deal, Neil," I said calmly. "I reacted more out of shock than anything. It's my fault for spacing out."

"Still, let's get you a band-aid."

Knowing it'd be futile to argue, I walked with him to his car. On the way, I decided to continue our earlier conversation. "Say, Neil."

"Hmm?"

"Why'd you tell me about your trigger? Isn't it supposed to be really personal and stuff?"

He chuckled good-naturedly. "Normally, triggers are bad. They represent the worst events in a parahuman's life. I got off lucky in that regard. One accident, an instinctive reaction, and boom, I had powers. Don't go asking other people about their triggers though, you hear?" I nodded. I knew all the ones that mattered anyway. Magic mental journal for the win! "I guess what I'm trying to say is… thank you."

"I don't follow."

"Thank you," he said again, "for having Crystal trigger." I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off. "I know that wasn't your intention. God knows why you like horror movies, but the fact is that Crystal triggered from a scary movie as opposed to a life threatening event. She'll get over it, even if she whines about it now." He sent me a conspiratorial wink.

I snickered. "You know I'm going to hold that over her forever, right? Laserdream, the mighty Blaster of New Wave, afraid of ghosts."

"I'm sure you will, but you didn't hear it from me." We arrived at his car and he took out a band aid from the front compartment. "Hold still."

"Well, I didn't mean to get her to trigger, so I don't think I deserve any thanks." 'I wonder what her event would have been in canon,' I wondered. "Anyway, you're welcome. I wonder if I should poke Vicky into triggering too?"

"Carol will have your head," he warned.

I sighed in mock disappointment. "Yeah, true. Eric?"

"Don't even think about it. I have enough trouble keeping one flying kid on a leash," he laughed and patted me on the back. As casual as it was, I almost fell into the dirt from the strength.

By the time we made our way back to the fire, the sauce had gone a bit dry, but a quick splash of water fixed that. Dinner was a success and I got to learn a bit more about my friends. Amy, like Crystal, hated spicy food, the opposite of Eric. To be honest, I think he just ate the spicier version of my cajun wings so he could one up his "superhero" big sister. Hey, he's six; he's allowed to have his immature moments. It was pretty funny seeing him choke down the wings while tearing up though.

That night, we managed to convince the Dallon and Pelham adults to sleep in one tent while we got the bigger Dallon tent as a kiddie-fort. Carol wasn't exactly happy with it, but she still had no immunity to Vicky's weaponized cute. One round of batted lashes and pouty lips and that was that. We stayed up late playing uno and a handful of other card games. I tried to introduce poker to them, but no one was eager to memorize so many different hands. Eh, poker was pretty boring without anything to gamble anyway so I gave that up as lost cause.

One by one, the children fell asleep, first Amy, snuggled into Victoria's side, then her sister. Crystal and Eric seemed to have this weird competition to see who could stay up the latest, but Photon Mom eventually saw the lantern through our tent flap and put an end to that. I laid down with Eric between me and the girls and allowed myself to sink into the familiar pool of prana that was my mindscape.

X

"About time you got here." I waited for my eyes to adjust before looking around. The speaker wasn't anyone I'd met before. Braum had a voice that rumbled through the air. This one, his voice had a far more playful lilt.

I rubbed the spots from my vision and was greeted by a rather interesting scene. Wukong, for it could be no one else, lounged on his side atop the Lancer's throne. His staff was held in his tail, extended almost five meters from the ground. It waved lazily. Hung from its tip was Lulu's hat. About halfway down the middle, the yordle in question clung like a koala as she inched herself closer. In their own thrones, the rest of my Champions watched with a mix of exasperation and amusement.

I did a double take. 'How did I miss a golden angel the first time?' I wondered. Sure enough, atop the Ruler's throne sat the Judicator herself in all her golden splendor. Her snow white wings rustled teasingly, never touching the ground.

"Wukong," I greeted. "You're Lancer then. And Kayle is the Ruler. I guess that makes sense. I can't really think of many others who could fit that role."

She didn't visibly react, but I felt as though she took that as a compliment. The air, the light, it seemed to wrap around her person in a display that was simultaneously warm and judging. "Indeed. Greetings, our Master," she began. "We have much to speak of."

"Robin, please. I'm not arrogant enough to really believe I own any of you. And yes, we do." I took a seat. Lulu had made it three-fourths of the way up his staff. Wukong winked conspiratorially and suddenly, the space between the sorceress and her hat increased by yet another meter. "Do I want to know what's going on?"

"Ha, Lulu was bored so Wukong told her she'd get to dress him up if she could get the hat without flying. And no, we're not allowed to help her," explained Irelia. She was cradling a cup of some sort of floral tea, its scent wafting through our atrium.

"I see…" I glanced again at the pair. "At least they're getting along."

To my right, Kayle removed her helmet. She was, in a word, breathtaking. Yes, angels were often described as miraculous creatures, but no amount of art or poetry could capture a beauty that was literally divine. Her golden blonde hair rained down in a cascade around her armor, framing her face in a crown that no earthly metal could match. Her blue eyes shone like dazzling sapphires amidst her flawless skin. Her lips quirked into a knowing smirk. She had, without a doubt, caught me staring.

"I'm glad you approve of my countenance, Master, but I do believe we have more important matters to discuss than your preference in the female gender." Her voice was formal, the kind of tone that belonged in the White House. Even so, it was a pleasure to hear and I could imagine men falling over themselves to hear a single word more.

Only two seats to Kayle's right, Irelia dipped a dainty pinky into her tea and flicked the droplet at my face. The warm drop startled me back into focus. "S-Sorry, you're just… so much more beautiful than I could have imagined," I stammered, face burning red in embarrassment. This wasn't exactly the first impression I wanted to set.

"You're making a girl jealous, Robin," the Blade Dancer giggled before taking another sip of her tea. Somewhere along the way, a bowl of daifuku appeared in front of her.

"I'm just one big comedy skit to you, aren't I, Irelia?" I grumbled.

"Worry not, Robin. I have seen men react far more extremely to meeting me than you. It is of no concern, you will grow resistant to my divine aura soon enough," Kayle assured me. "Braum, due to numerous battles on the Rift, has a similar resistance."

"Glad to hear it. Drooling over you every time I come here would be bad. Say, Kayle?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you here?" I realized how that could have sounded and backtracked. "I mean, why are you out here now?"

"I have deemed your general physical training sufficient to add my own brand of instruction," she said simply. "Further, I have deemed your Origin one worthy of praise. As the Judicator, it was my responsibility to pass judgment, for good and for ill, upon mortals and angels alike. The first step to impartial judgment is an understanding of all who stood before me." I flipped through the journal to arrive at Kayle's Champion profile. Sure enough, True Name Discernment appeared prominently as an A rank skill. Revelation was also noticeable at a D rank. "As such, I shall teach and guide you, Master. Ours shall be the blade to strike down the wicked and deliver the righteous from despair."

"Awesome, is there any way for you to teach me magecraft? Lulu said she couldn't because humans weren't compatible with fae magic."

At the sound of her voice, the yordle turned to face us. She must have gotten distracted, because she lost her grip and fell to the floor. "Oh, yeah! I win!" Wukong crowed. He hoped onto his throne, did a dance, and then sat himself upside down with his staff tangled between his legs. Her hat floated down to rest on the table.

"No fair, Robin distracted me," Lulu whined.

"Too bad, you shouldn't have gotten distracted then."

"Meanie! Bleeggghh," she blew a raspberry in return.

Before the two could escalate, I walked over and picked her up. "Relax, Lulu, it's no big deal. Wukong, don't pick on her too much." I began to stroke her ears, something that had become almost reflexive at this point. On my way back to my seat, I grabbed the hat and put it on my own head.

Just then, Braum's door banged open and he lumbered out with a cask of what I assumed was Freljordian mead. "What'd I miss?"

"Good night to you too, Shielder," Irelia greeted calmly.

"Aye, I got a bit tangled up trying to see what I can think up in there," he waved to his chamber. "Found out I can think up some o' Gragas' old brew, eh?"

That was interesting. It seemed as though within their respective chambers, the Champions could bring out objects from their lifetimes, so long as they remembered them well. "Well, feel free to drink. I doubt anyone minds," I greeted then turned back to Kayle. "Anyway, about magecraft training. Is it possible?"

The angel hummed in contemplation. "Perhaps," she allowed, "but it is as the yordle said, Master. Just as humans are incompatible with fae sorcery, it is an extremely rare man who can wield the light of heaven."

I sagged forward. "So that's a no on the holy magic then."

"Do not be so sure, Master. While it is true that greater holy magics are too alien for you to grasp on your own power, you are forgetting one crucial truth: Tell me, what is ether?"

"Ether is the basic glue behind all magecraft."

"And what are gods and celestials made of?" she prodded.

On my lap, Lulu wriggled to position herself for easier petting. "Umm… True Ether? Isn't that the lifeblood of the planet or something?"

"An inadequate summary, but essentially true," she confirmed, "and it is incomprehensible to mortals. There are exceptions as with most rules, but those exceptions are so extraordinarily powerful for mortals that they can hardly be called mortals in the first place. However, it is more than the names that are comparable. With enough effort and given my presence here in your soul, you should be able to enact the lowest tiered mysteries of my people. Of course, that is if you are willing to undergo my training."

"Yes!" I shouted. There was no need to think about this. In another reality, mages would give their firstborn children for even a fragment of the knowledge Kayle was offering me, never mind an actual apprenticeship with the strongest angel of her era. I calmed down after a minute. "Wait, if the gods use True Ether, don't fairies do the same?"

"Yeah, but fae magic is naturally chaotic. Humans want to put order to chaos and our magic doesn't like that," Lulu added. "Even the nice fairies just want to have fun, but it's not very fun for the humans." She seemed dejected and I quickly remembered why. When she left the Glade to travel Runeterra, all she wanted to do was to share her enchantments with the world. No matter how friendly she was, she was "alien" at best and "dangerous" at worst. Rejected from every society, she spent her entire life as a pariah, knowing only the comfort of Pix's company.

I hugged her close and leaned forward just above her. "You're not alone anymore," I whispered to my first Champion. "You're not unwanted. I am honored to have you at my side."

Beside us, Kayle smiled beautifully and offered the slightest nod of approval. "Cheh, angels and their superpowered senses," I grumbled without any heat.

"All Champions have superpowered senses compared to you," Wukong chuckled. "Come on now, first time meeting me and you're doting on the midget?" He ignored the subsequent raspberry in his direction. "Anything you want to say to me?"

"You okay, Lulu?" I asked gently. I could see Wukong's tail twitching. No matter how still the rest of him appeared, his tail betrayed his character. How Yi ever got him to meditate with him I'll never know.

She gave a hesitant nod, then another more resolute. "Uh-huh, but yeah. I can't teach you fae magic. Fae magic is never learned, it's felt. The angel lady's magic… you might be able to learn some."

I ruffled her hair. "That's okay. It just gives me one more excuse to spend time with you." I faced all my Champions. "Everyone, thank you for joining me. Not just here, but here. In my life. Once again, please call me Robin. Seeing how I didn't really summon you, I'm not sure I can be called your Master. I'm still missing four, but I have a feeling that I'm going to have plenty to learn from just you all. I wanted to meet you all because you know all of my memories. You know that this world will end in less than ten years."

"That will not happen," Kayle bit out, her voice steady despite the righteous fury I could feel radiating off her. "A celestial who exists to take advantage of the weak? I will not suffer his life, Master!"

"Agreed. If nothing else, I'd like to live a nice, long life, thank you very much," I said dryly. "I take it you all feel the same?" Four more nods. "Good. That means I'm going to need even more training than I've been getting. A lot of this is about my own magical training, but if I can learn to use the staff or shield better, I should be better prepared even without relying on flashy spells."

"Didn't Irelia teach you her dances?" Wukong asked. "I could teach you Wuju, but I don't know how well it'll mix with her style."

"I'd still like to learn the basics," I told him. "If nothing else, it'd help me be more versatile in a fight, though i'm hoping to combine the two into a functional style unique to me at some point."

"Sure, but on one condition. I want to use your body too. It's pretty boring in here actually."

"I'll say the same thing I told Lulu," I said. "I don't mind if any of you want to see the real world for yourselves, but don't draw attention to yourselves. Don't use any skills beyond the human norm. And try to act as I normally do unless the situation calls for something else."

I received five nods around the table. That night, as I bid them goodbye and floated back to the real world, I heard a gentle whisper in the wind and a divine warmth suffuse me. The cut on my finger was miraculously gone when I awoke.

Omake: From the Journal of Robin Cardinal

Name: Braum, the Heart of the Freljord

Class: Shielder

Affiliation: Freljord, Tribe Avarosa

Alignment: Neutral/Good

Personal Notes: The man known as Braum began his rise to Champion in a nondescript village by rescuing a troll boy from a mountain vault. Unable to break the vault door that Ornn, the demigod of the forge, fashioned, he punched through the entire mountain. Ever since, Braum wandered the Freljord with that door as his shield, never afraid to help others. He fended off raiders, armies, and even dragons with nothing but that shield by his side and tales of Braum's deeds became a natural part of Freljordian folklore. He finally swore fealty to Ashe, the leader of Tribe Avarosa, because he became charmed by her dreams of unifying the land. In the end, he is a man who saves and is perhaps best fitting of his title as "hero."

Strength: A

Endurance: A

Agility: D

Mana: D

Luck: C

Noble Phantasm: A

Noble Phantasm 1: Vault of Ornn (A)

Classification: Barrier

Incantation: NA

Description: This is the vault door that Ornn made. It guarded some of Ornn's treasure and when Lissandra could not breach it, she cursed it. Braum accomplished all his feats with this shield and his legendary deeds have infused the shield with several conceptual traits. He fended off a dragon, giving it a dragon-slaying component, though admittedly it's more like dragon-warding. The shield has a piece of True Ice in it, courtesy of Lissandra, making it an ice elemental weapon. It also is extremely effective in destroying terrains, as per Braum's original legend of breaking a mountain to acquire it. It can expand to cover an area, shoot blasts of ice, or create the Glacial Fissure. In its expanded state, it can block any single attack, no matter how absurd. After, Braum takes forty percent less damage.

Skill 1: Self-Field Defense (A)

Description: This is the class skill of Shielders. Any allies standing near Braum gains intuitive knowledge of how to best defend themselves as well as a noticeable increase in physical stamina and durability.

Skill 2: Magic Resistance (C)

Description: As the Shielder, Braum has some limited defense against magic, though not much as his primary abilities are physical.

Skill 3: Protection from Arrows (A)

Description: During his life, Braum defended himself and others from everything from dragonfire to arrows. There is little he fears from projectiles, especially now that his standard parameters were boosted upon his ascension to the Throne.

Skill 4: Guardian Knight (A)

Description: Braum's legend as a protector is embodied in this skill. When he is defending another, in the singular moment he raises his shield, his Strength, Endurance, and Mana go up one rank, allowing him to weather blows that could collapse entire mountains.

Author's Note

Wukong and Kayle: They are possibly the strongest Champions in Robin's arsenal, with perhaps the situational exception of Lulu. I imagine Kayle as a mix of Karna and Jeanne d'Arc, someone who is content to observe with a saintly personality, but is immensely powerful once provoked. Wukong is as he is depicted both in the game and in Journey to the West, a loud, confident, and selfish monkey who loves to fight. He is, as Yi says, "fast and dumb," but still a kind soul in the end.

Braum's profile: When I first read his wiki, the most surprising thing I noticed wasn't that he could punch mountains, he does create an entire cavern of ice after all, but that Lissandra actually visited that mountain before Braum did and cursed the vault door to trap anyone who opened it. True, the wiki only mentions "the ice witch," and it could have been someone else, but given that it's her title, I'm willing to roll with this conclusion. It does explain why Braum, who has no magical training, can use ice magic so damn well.

As for his skills, I hope those seem appropriate. I was tempted to include Mash's Transient Wall of Snowflakes, but decided against it in the end because that's kinda covered by the shield's expanded state. Guardian Knight is silly. He can take blows from Alexandria or Behemoth and laugh them off as long as he's defending someone else. It does fit his character to a tee though so I'm going to leave it.

Champions

Ruler: Kayle, the Judicator

Shielder: Braum, the Heart of the Freljord

Saber: Xan Irelia, the Blade Dancer

Archer:

Lancer: Wukong, the Monkey King

Rider:

Caster: Lulu, the Fae Enchantress

Assassin:

Berserker:

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