"Yes yes... All of Demacia seems to love me." He smiled, lowering his guard, "I am the Lion, protector of all Demacians."
He went to the child, grabbing his shoulder.
"Observe closely, child."
Garen took a deep breath, brandishing his very sharp blade, he spun ferociously in a single area. The force of the spin was life a fan, blowing at the civilians around him. The child watched as an unlucky fly buzzed into the duration of the spin, shredding the bug into hundreds of tiny fragments. When Garen finished, he looked to the child.
"Practice makes perfect, little one." He looked back at Cho Gath, "Let us depart."