Well, that was to be expected. Pantheon lept off the giant Lulu's shoulder as she came crashing down to the ground, landing soundly on his feet. He looked back at Lulu's giant, unconscious body lying on the sparring grounds. Now what was he supposed to do? Someone had to come along and deal with this mess.

The blow connects with Jarvan's lance arm. Failing to penetrate his armor but hitting hard nonetheless, his lance nearly flies from his hand as he lets out a pained gasp. He half-spins to meet Tekun's path. Stepping forward, he throws a shoulder out at the Freljordian. Though Tekun was big, Jarvan was every bit as large, and he would need to put some distance between them for his weapon to be as effective.

The disarm attempt had been every bit as successful as Tekun had hoped for. He had not only injured his opponent but also placed him in a vulnerable position. As he brought his weapon up his opponent was already placing himself into position to try to stop him. Tekun felt a forceful impact connect against his shoulder; it forced him back into a stumble he recovered quickly from. It would buy Jarvan sometime.

With the recovery, Tekun entered stance and began swinging his weapon in a Riven inspired fashion. Rushing forward he jumped into the air and swung his axe horizontally at the prince with as much force as could muster into the swing.

|Broken Ribs| – Cost - 15 Fatigue
Fatigue: 37/150

Mundo stepped onto the Sparring Grounds with cleaver in hand, his tongue utterly dripping with saliva as he seemed intent to fight someone. Or anyone, for that matter. The purple behemoth of a Zaunite didn't care who or what it was, he was just bored and wanted some kind of entertainment. He knew he could get that by coming here, having heard so much about it from some of his fellow champions off the Fields.

He resigned himself to wandering about, taking note of the various battles taking place, as he searched for an opponent worthy (or bold) enough to face him.

Tristana enters the grounds, strangely without any sort of weapon, including her nigh-omnipresent cannon. She would appear to be in the process of wrapping her hands, indicating hand-to-hand combat would take place soon.

Anayo enters the grounds with his blade in hand. He sat down a lengthy distance to watch Jarvan and his opponent duel.

Poppy walks over to Tristana, neither wearing her armor, nor having Whomper with her. The hammer was stored in a place only Poppy knew for this time. She nods at Tristana and starts stretching her muscles.

"This will be... interesting."

Tristana paces, looking for weak points in Poppy's stance.
"Have you had any training I don't know about?"

"Not really. I'm mostly self-learned when it comes to fighting. I have observed other champions however, but I doubt that will make that big of a difference."

Poppy keeps an eye on Tristana, her face as stoic and certain as ever. She then stands up straight again, standing in a ready stance.

"Shall we?"

"We shall."
Tristana slowly walks towards her opponent, and proceeds to extend her leg upwards rapidly in the direction of Poppy's face.