Tryndamere: "My right arm is a lot stronger than my left arm."
Ashe: "Ugh."
Ashe: "Ugh."
Braum: "Sometimes battle is... unavoidable."
Ashe: "We fight so others won't have to."
Ashe: "We fight so others won't have to."
Katarina: "You reign over a barren wasteland."
Ashe: "Our lands may be hard, but so are we!"
Ashe: "Our lands may be hard, but so are we!"
Tryndamere: "I'd die a thousand times for you."
Ashe: "Could you just stay alive instead?"
Ashe: "Could you just stay alive instead?"
What is it to lead? It is to lie. It is to preach caution even when you are elated. It is to give hope even when you feel none.
Seek peace, but bring the tools of war.
This is the latest in Freljordian fashion. They call it a... skirt.
You do not aim a bow at the target, you fire knowing where the target will be. This is vision.
Peace requires a steady hand.
Tryndamere: "I'll show them the might of our tribes!"
Ashe: "Unless my arrows do first."
Ashe: "Unless my arrows do first."
I am a Warmother. I have given oaths to few. I have taken oaths from many.
No fate is written, except by us.
Move quickly, position well, and the battle is won before blood is drawn.
I have heard no better words than "The strong must try the impossible." This is the oath I must fulfill.
All the world on one arrow.
Coward! May you die with your eyes closed.