Summoner Xender, also known as Andrew, is a prolific player of assassins, fighters and a player who enjoys playing with his friends. Xender enjoys long walks in Noxus, baseball and hanging out. He dislikes arrogant players despite the fact that he himself can be one at times, certain champions and people that play DotA 2. Andrew wears a hood like all summoners, but has glowing blue eyes which always watch and never blink, as well as pale skin and combed blond hair. In combat however, it's a different story. Also known as his "game face", he displays a daring expression almost never seen in the world that gives courage to his companions and strikes fear in his opponents.

Andrew was ready for his first league match in a long time, almost a month. He hadn't played in a while as he was busy with certain other things. He walked up to the summoning platform as he took out his summoning orb, entering the portal that would help him find opponents. He stepped into this semi-solid, gelatinous pool of energy and let it immerse him as he closed his eyes, waiting for foes.

Eventually, he heard a gong that told him a match had been found. He accepted it and found himself inside a summoning room. A high chancellor stood at the top balcony, waiting for each person to pick their champions.

"Pick your champions!" He shouted out.

Andrew struck up a pact with Zed, the master of shadows. As he linked his mind to that of the ninja, he watched everyone else pick their champions. Eventually, everyone had picked and they were all on the rift.

Zed picked up a Doran's Blade and a potion as he strutted into lane. He looked around and his allies were Irelia, Nautilus, Thresh and Ashe.

"So, Andrew, how was your day so far?" Zed asked.

Andrew was taken by shock. "I suppose it was good? Actually, I don't really know."

"Did you get any girls, or do you just scare them all off?" Zed asked, this time with the slightest hint of mocking in his voice.

Andrew said nothing this time, but he muttered a mental "Shut up." to Zed.

"Looks like our lane opponent is here," Zed said, as he watched Ahri, known by many names, some more well-known than others. She walked in, swaying her hips in an attempt to get Zed to let his guard down. But Zed was a trained assassin, and she would have to do better than that to make him lose his concentration.

"My, my, my, we're going to have so much fun with you, bad boy, aren't we?" Ahri said seductively.

Zed muted her, thanks to a special system in the rift implemented long back, and concentrated on killing each minion one at a time. While it wasn't the same as assassinating live targets, it sent a thrill through him to be sharpening his blades on something, or more specifically, someone. Every time Zed would kill a minion, Andrew would feel gold in his pocket. He was the one managing the purchases for Zed.

This all changed however, at level 6. While the two assassins had the chance to do something, they were both playing passively enough so that neither of them would die. At level six however, Zed had no qualms about going for the kill. Seeing Ahri blow a kiss at him, he looked away and performed a shadow spin, veiling himself in shadows and hiding him, at least briefly.

Zed eventually however, locked his red eyes on Ahri, and went for the kill. Ahri could only gasp as she felt herself marked for death as her playful gaze met the deadly red eyes of Zed. She turned, ready to escape, only to see a second Zed made from shadows, glaring at her. Both Zeds moved in unison, throwing a shuriken at Ahri and each one crippling one of Ahri's shoulders. She cried out in pain, ready to strike her aggressor, when Zed disappeared into the veil of shadow. Ahri then felt something claw at her life force, an echo of all the pain she had received previously, and she fell to the ground, dead.

Zed grinned. Too easy, he thought.

"Nice job out there!" Andrew told him.

"Thanks."

Zed went back to the base, buying a blade of the ruined king, which echoed all sorts of mad voices to him. Taking the blade and putting it into his pocket, Zed walked back into midlane, but Ahri was nowhere to be seen.

"Ahri is missing, be aware of that." Andrew told his fellow summoners.

They did not listen however. Zed saw Ahri and Master Yi closing in on Ashe and Thresh. Zed rushed down to bottom lane, and tried to even the odds as he zeroed in on Varus, their marksman. He marked Varus for death, ready to kill him, when suddenly, he heard Ashe and Thresh cry out in pain and they were dead. Turning backwards, he was ready to go back to one of his shadows, until he decided he could probably fight any of them. Looking at Ahri, he noticed her beautiful face, perfect body and her sweet scent of strawberries and cake.

That is, until he was struck dead by a sword, and he fell to the ground, defeated.

"I've got all the skills." Master Yi said, taunting Zed's already dead body.

He actually doesn't, Zed thought to himself.

The rest of the game went by like a breeze. Despite that first early kill, Master Yi proved to be too strong after obtaining the three kills early on, and there was no stopping him. It was awfully annoying, as he could go 4 on 1 with the team, kill them, and he would simply walk out and heal himself. Needless to say, they lost. But the worst part was that every time, every single time Master Yi would score a kill, his summoner would yell out "Outplayed." along with an equally inappropriate word at the end of it.

As Andrew left the summoning circle, he saw Ahri dragging Master Yi with him, into a spare bedroom. He resisted the urge to gag as he heard the door close. Andrew then decided to try and leave the summoning circle as soon as possible when he felt someone touch his shoulder.

He turned around to check who it was. All he saw as shadow dust.

Zed, he thought. Without turning around, he grabbed where he thought Zed's wrist would be, and turned around.

Sure enough, it was him, wearing an expression of anger and rage in his eyes.

"That piece of shit Yi, I've had enough of him!" Zed cried out in rage.

"I could see why." Andrew agreed with him quietly.

"And that, my friend, is why I had dragged you here." Zed said. "We are going to get our revenge."

"But you can't harm other champions," Andrew said, thinking that was his plan.

"I am aware of that. We can however, utterly humiliate and disgrace them." He said as his eyes glimmered with a sliver of malice.

Whew, Andrew thought in relief. That was a close one.

Zed continued "Where exactly is Master Yi?" Zed asked eager to begin his plan of revenge.

"Well you see, we can't exactly look for him right now. Or at least we shouldn't. "Andrew said.

"Why?"

"Let's just say Master Yi is having a bit of…nighttime fun with Ahri. Unless you want to see Ahri and more disgustingly, Master Yi, naked, I'd advice that we don't do that, okay?" Much to Andrew's shock, Zed only seemed more eager.

"Even better then…I got this." Zed said. "First, however, I need to get Syndra on board with this plan."

"Of course you do, we all know you have a crush on her."

Underneath the mask, Zed's face turned red. "No!"

"Sure you don't." Andrew said, laughing.

Just then, Syndra came in, and Zed pushed Andrew into a nearby bush, which, much to Andrew's misfortune, had a mushroom in it. Zed ignored the poisonous explosion as he turned to face Syndra, sweating underneath his mask, partially because it was hot, and partially because what Andrew said was true.

"Hello Syndra." Zed stiffly said.

"Hello Zed." Syndra replied.

"I need your help with some rather important matters." Zed said.

"What might those be?" She asked.

He whispered his plan into her ear, and when he was done, she only giggled.

"Okay, I'll help you." Syndra eagerly said.

Zed felt relief on the inside that his plan would come together.

Syndra went and took the Sentinel that lurked in Summoner's Rift and teleported back, carrying a rather terrified Sentinel with dark energy. It struggled and writhed in panic as it tried, though did not succeed, in freeing itself.

She then, with all her force, tossed the Sentinel at the locked door and glimpsed away. The locked door ruptured and the wood splintered like glass. Behind the door, they turned away so that they would not be blinded by the sight before them.

The Sentinel began taking mental pictures of the scene unfolding in front of him, wanting to turn away and un-see what he had just seen. For what was perhaps the worst thirty minutes of the Sentinel's life, it was bound to the ground by dark energy, forced to watch things that were better left underneath blankets as it tossed and turned in agony.

Eventually, the Sentinel's mind couldn't take it anymore. It collapsed and fell to the ground in mental pain, its mind utterly and irreversibly scarred. Syndra sealed the door with magic and dragged the Sentinel away.

"Now for the second part, we need Summoner Andrew's assistance."

Zed went to a nearby bush, and dragged a rather sick Andrew out.

"Could you help us extract the Sentinel's memories?" Zed asked.

"Got that," Andrew said. He began to incant magical incarnations to remove the mind stone of the Sentinel. The stone extracted, Andrew peered inside it to check if the memories were still there, only to faint of shock when he glimpsed inside it. The duo only laughed.

"Now, to mail it to Irelia, who is Master Yi's girlfriend," Zed said maliciously.

"Why Irelia?" Syndra asked.

Zed face palmed and said, "Because they are dating. Anyone would be ticked off if they saw their boyfriend doing that, let alone with Ahri."

"Alright then," Syndra said. She took the Sentinel's eye crystal and sent it to Irelia in a Christmas present, put underneath the Christmas tree for the gift exchange. She signed it with Yi's name, then left.

"I cannot thank you enough," Zed told Syndra.

"It was nothing. Maybe we should hang out sometime." Syndra told Zed.

Zed felt something swell up inside. He couldn't believe it. He wanted to thank her, to kiss her, even to reveal what was underneath that mask. He simply didn't know what the heck he was supposed to do.

Instead he simply hugged her close, and said, "Okay. I'll see you later."

I can't wait until Irelia receives the present. He thought, as he walked away from Syndra and Andrew, who was still lying on the ground.