The Might of Demacia
He crouched in the brush waiting and watching. He was single in his lane, a bit far from his turret but he was confident in his ability. The canine was ignorant of him anyways, slaying minions with his staff and Siphoning Strike to increase his power, crouching near and then letting loose a low growl when the bodies of slain minions fade away before he can properly inspect their remains. The summoners were making this difficult for his abilities, not allowing him to exploit his abilities of Antrhopomancy. Nevertheless, with his cover secure and not likely to be blown anytime soon the might of Demacia gripped his sword tighter. The canine was close, no more than two steps away and looking at the brush with suspicion. Garen made his decision, sprinting out with a cry of Demacia!, his sword glowing from the hilt and as he neared Nasus he flipped forward and slammed his sword down in a strong vertical strike that left the curator reeling. Immediately after landing he spun on his heel, sword moving through flesh and bone to slay the minions ahead and the body of the dog who used his staff to deflect some of the blows from the whirling man. Nasus twirled his staff at the end of the assault as Garen recovered from the slight dizziness that faded soon, slamming the butt of his staff into the ground which erupted into a purple circular arena that burned at the skin of his foe while weakening the large armor worn by him. Garen ignored both, swiping his sword against Nasus, blows timed to pierce between the defenses of the canine who struck out as well, his blows absorbing energy from the soldier. He lifted his sword again and struck down quickly making his foe reel back once more before the staff head slammed into his shoulder, making him realize a Strike was prepared before his own. Nasus recovered faster and thrust out his hand making locusts flow out and swarm Garen, who swatted at them while moving towards the dog that was creating some room between the two. His staff hit the ground again, unleashing his spiritual fire upon the commander of the Dauntless Vanguard once more. Garen ran towards him, growing slower each second as his bones creaked louder with each step and his muscles groaned more and more in protest. Just as he felt his heart flutter, feeling like that of an 80 year old man the locusts slowly started breaking off, a small respite before the head of Nasus' staff smashed him once more in the face. Garen managed to catch himself on his back leg, his strength returning to him as he faced the Curator before a blade was shoved through his body. He looked down then behind, seeing the yellowed, ringed blade of the wuju master, Yi. The bladesman pulled his sword out and ran back with Nasus, leaving towards the jungle once again.
Garen stumbled back as the blade was pulled and watched forlornly as his killer and accomplice left with looks of smug satisfaction. He slowly fell back, weighed down with the guilt of his hubris and failure, gazing skywards as he thought of all that couldn't be.
His rendezvous with Jarvan for old time reliving…
His duty to protect Lux from dangers she wouldn't suspect…
His mother's constant harsh and criticizing words, laced with well-hidden worry.
His fulfillment of Demacia's true justice…
His declaration of that little phrase to the sinister woman who stole his heart…
Me: New chap! So uh, got Garen recently cuz I got bored of waiting to save up for Zed (Who is fun. Got yo living darkness right here boi!) and bought Garen. Dude snowballs like a MOTHERFUCKER! Played a 17/5/8 with him once.