Thread: orb of deception《 captain levi x ƒeral 》

Good choice, Kazu nodded at Ahri approvingly, liking her style already. Rylai had its uses, and could prove to be a later buy still, but Morello was by far the more aggressive option of the two, if not the most offensive option short of simply stacking AP. But given that Ahri's problems with mana continued into the 4D world, some sustain was a nice change. And that passive...he almost shuddered to think what would happen if wounds didn't heal, remembering the painful stab he had felt. Would the pain linger as well? A truly troubling thought. He would have to bring this up with the devs later, surely such intense pain was an unnecessary addition to a game? He checked his virtual wallet, still around five hundred gold left on Ahri's side, no doubt a result of her accurate last hitting. Here, have another Doran's Ring as well, he traded with the merchant, virtual gold depleting as he placed the ring into her palm, watching it disappear as well in a digital glimmer. Just in case. The starter items were incredibly gold efficient, even if they didn't scale well. That encounter with Shaco had left Kazu more cautious than ever, and while the measly ability power wasn't a big deal, some bonus health never hurt. For himself, he blew almost the entire amount on a Frost Queen's Claim, allowing it to merge into himself as well. The tribute function turned out to be entirely useless, as he learned from his first fight, but it wasn't stubbornness that made him purchase this item still. No, the terrain was nothing like the PC version, and while Ahri seemed alert to her surroundings, perhaps a result of her bestial instincts, there was nothing quite like two icy ghosts that actively sought out champions. Not to mention the slow. A quick survey at his panels revealed that Ahri had spiked two levels from the champion kill, hitting six early. And what could aid a predatory assassin champion than ghosts that slowed? He had some doubts though, even as he purchased the item. Ahri's spell went right through that summoner, would the ghosts he summoned even be able to target champions? He pondered it, but shook the thought. It didn't matter, even if the ghosts only sought fellow summoners, just knowing that there were enemies present nearby was helpful. Plus, he grinned, eyeing the near perfect amount of gold he had remaining, and picked up a Raptor's Cloak. Kazu was well aware that his build looked retarded. But he was nothing if not adaptable, and he was getting creative here. A shared health pool with an assassin type as his champion? Why, they could always use more health regeneration, and that worrying gash on Ahri's back looked like it could use the help. As Kazu finalized his purchases, the scene a short distance away caught his attention. His brow lifted again, looking at Twitch's almost raging summoner with bemusement and some small amount of pity. Evidently even a 4D League could not escape from ragers. But before he could direct his attention to something more amusing, the summoner's words caught his attention. What the fucking fuck? Where's the log-off buttons. What the fuck? The boy, barely old enough to be a man, was fuming and throwing a fit, fingers flying over panels invisible to everyone else, and evidently struggling to relocate a log off function. Kazu rolled his eyes. Motor functions, friend, the instruction said you just had to move to log off. He called out, deciding to be helpful, and gestured vaguely with his arm. Like so, he attempted to demonstrate, attempting to wave his arm in real life. Kazu paused. His frown deepened. He tried again, compelling his body to move, but found he could not twitch a muscle. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that he couldn't even feel his body, his real body, any attempt at motion only led to this cyber copy waving and tensing. Cold sweat emerged on his back as the realization sunk in. No wonder that guy was freaking out. In a panic, he pulled up the panels as well, all of them, gaze darting over all the options at incredibly speed, but failing to find what he was looking for. There was...nothing. No log on, no quit, no 'x'. Nothing came even remotely close to a log off. What...is this. He murmured, shock written all over his face as he turned to regard his champion with a look of pure bafflement. Ahri, do you know what's going on? Why is there no log off function. His tone wasn't accusatory, but certainly confused, and for a moment, even the confidence he was intentionally broadcasting went out of the window, and he looked as trapped as he felt.