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"The meta's changed, Singed," Darius smiled. "You don't have any real gap-closers, you just can't keep up." Singed furrowed his brow and took another drink. He'd come to the Rabble Rouser Inn for a nice tonic, not to defend himself.
"I've got speed to make up for it," he mumbled, "and there's my slow..."
"Every champ and their support has a slow, Singed," Zyra mused, "and without items you're no faster than the rest of us. Frankly, your dependence is a liability, especially with less movement items available." No matter how angrily he glared at it, Singed's glass was still in one piece.
"Gap-closers aren't everything," Singed protested. "I can get more health than anyone else with my passive, and with Madred's Bloodrazor gone, I--"
"Hah! Madred's might be gone," Darius interrupted, "but you know as well as I do the Blade of the Ruined King more than makes up for it."
"Never mind a Liandry's Torment," Zyra interjected. Singed was beginning to snarl beneath his bandages. He'd throw them into the counter, if he could find it.
"My poison can push like nothing else," Singed growled, his voice lifting slowly, "and it's very effective at directing, particularly with a Liandry's." Singed shot a look at Zyra as he mentioned it, receiving a glare in return. Darius looked noticeably irritated at the ease with which Singed shrugged off his harassment.
"Magic resist might be less common than before," he snapped "but with a crystalline flask, I'm not that bothered."
Slight foam forming in his mouth, Singed bared his teeth and stormed towards the exit. Darius stomped after him, but as he reached out for Singed's shoulder, he began to feel weak. Singed stopped, and Darius bounced off him, slumping against the wall.
His vision becoming blurry, Darius looked up to see someone crouching down to him. He felt their breath on his cheek, and listened as they whispered into his ear.
"Don't Chase Singed."