The tiny assassin’s eyes shifted back and forth as he continued to weigh his options. Ezreal was no true warrior – an actual close combat battle with the explorer would provide no chance to sharpen his skills. The training rooms definitely had potential too, but a part of Talon was a little unsure of the prospect of being around multiple people right now with the added challenges of his tiny size.
No, it would be far better to approach a champion one on one and issue a challenge personally. It was now that Talon realised his hastiness – the nameplates designating the residents of each room were far too high up and huge for him to make out. He hadn’t exactly memorised the arrangement of champions either, so he was operating blind here.
It didn’t matter – he’d just pick a room and find a sparring partner. Worst case he’d be rejected, and he could try another room, what could go wrong? Gripping his blade, Talon raced forth with the speed and stealth garnered through years upon years of assassin training as he easily made his way underneath the door gap.
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