C. I'll feint!
Only idiots with pink hair would pick C. Real masters always picked option A!
Beryl was practically losing his mind!
This game had felt off in every possible way from the very beginning.
From the opening turret-clear, to the enemy AD's sudden new playstyle, to the point-breaking fast-attack strategy, and now to that brainless brute suddenly turning back—one loss after another had even made Beryl start doubting the authenticity of the data they had gathered before the match.
What troubled him even more was this:
Aatrox and Karma were being incredibly annoying. Just like when Kingen had baited 369's ultimate at the start, they clung to DRX's retreat path and kept stalling them out. Yet they remained perfectly composed, waiting for their team's Big Daddy, Graves, to arrive and gun down one little kid after another.
At that very moment, the BGM in their headsets finally reached its climax!
?I fell into the trap of love while you watched from outside the net
?Never letting me go
?You smiled and watched me
?As though looking at prey, while my heart was wounded
?I fell into the trap of love while you watched from outside the net
?Never letting me go
?Love and hate surged within my heart
?This trap, this trap, this trap—and yet I was the one who fell into it
Death Line 3 in a certain city
Once the slightly delayed footage made its way back home, cheers erupted all along the subway line. At this hour after the morning rush, there was no such thing as disturbing the peace late at night. Students and office workers alike shouted excitedly.
[Karsa, him again!]
[My heart dropped when AK suddenly died, but Deft died right after him. ADs really are flammable, fragile goods these days.]
[LMAO,