Renekton remains in the stone room, chained large part of his time and monitored 24 hours a day. The fury in his eyes was clearly visible, and his hatred of the summoners more than obvious.

"It's time, Renekton, people want to ask you some things" - said a summoner, responsible for supervising of the champion.

"Those summoners can try ask whatever They Want, but I'll not take Responsibility for what happens" - said Renekton grinning

"Come on Renekton, if you're good the league will let out"

"HAHAHAHA, Do not be RIDICULOUS, that will not to happen...whatever, they can start with the questions... and make it quick" the crocodile seemed anxious, as waiting for a prey

((A renekton, cool!))

Dear Renekton,
What is your breakfast of champions?

Shaco appears within the stone room, his blue eyes glowing as he grins maniacly.
"Relaax!... You need to lighten up a little.."

Shaco chuckles to himself before producing one of his stilletto's,
"Without a head I'm sure you'll be MUCH lighter! HAHAHA!"

As Shaco's head crashes into a wall laughter could be heard from behind Renekton,

"That was brilliant! The anger! A little slow if I do say so.... But!"

The Shaco currently crushed into the wall explodes in a shower green gunk completely covering Renekton.

"... You should clean up a little."

A puff of orange smoke and Shaco was gone, his insane laughter echoing around the chamber slowly fading.

Shen had entered looking around. He walked up to Renekton, not even phased by his fury. "Perhaps if you let go of your anger and emotions, you could have a much easier time trying to kill your brother, alligator." He said. He did not say alligator to taunt, but merely because had fought with and against him so little, that he forgot his name.

Kha'Zix gazed at the mighty crocodile. Such power! He would make sure it would be his. "I don't think we've truly met lizard. I believe you know who I am already, yes?"

'Butcher' of the Sands, as lofty a title as any. Thy might is clear from thy displays amongst the Fields of Justice, but I cannot help but think that perhaps, creature, there is something more to be drawn from thee. Though the hatred that ye bear towards thy own kin is delightful, thy technique is shabby. I come bearing an offer for thee, a chance to grasp power that thy brother could never achieve. I offer ye a chance to become one with death itself, to steep thyself in the power of the Shadow Isles, to become truly eternal. What say thee, crocodilian beast?

Hecarim, the Shadow of War