Sivir: “Sooo, this is the Butcher of the Sands.”
Renekton: “Follow me, and I’ll show you how I earned that name.”
Come back when you’ve collected all the bits of yourself.
Sanctum Conservator: “There are many souls that curse your name, Butcher.”
Renekton: “Plenty more where they came from.”
Light meat, dark meat, it’s all the same.
Nasus: “You are a pale shadow of your former self, Renekton.”
Renekton: “Things grow pale locked away in the dark.”
Sivir: “Let’s go. I wanna see some alligator tears.”
Renekton: “Crocodile! Ugh, savages.”
I will whet my blade on their bones!
What? Do I have someone in my teeth?