Deeds, not words.
Fight or make room for those who will.
Braum: “How can Braum help?”
Sejuani: “I’ll cleave that smile off your face.”
There is no strength in servitude.
I will rule the Freljord.
Trust nothing but your strength.
Are icicles the best you can muster?
Anivia: “A storm approaches.”
Sejuani: “Bristle, we’re going bird hunting!”
You own what you take.
Quinn: “Oh, look. One savage beast riding another.”
Sejuani: “Is this the humor of your people?”
Tryndamere: “Who would face me?”
Sejuani: “You should have joined me when you had the chance.”
We settle this, here, and now!
Don’t worry, Bristle, I’ll leave you the scraps.
Bristle seems hungry today.
Who wants a treat? Bristle wants a treat? Not until we’ve trampled our foes to dust!
Which will snap more easily? The bow, or you?
Braum: “Is it the moustache? Who knows!”
Sejuani: “I’ll rip that moustache off and wear it!”
Hey, get up! How many times have I told you? No sleeping during battle!
Quinn: “I will fight like a proud Demacian.”
Sejuani: “And die like a stubborn Demacian!”
You’ll make excellent boar food.
Living in fear is not living at all.