"<span style="color: DarkOliveGreen">Glad you see things my way...</span>" Singed spoke in an ominously low voice, briefly joining Malzahar in evil laughter. He'd fought some matches with Malzahar before, but he didn't really know the guy. What he did know were the stories: Malzahar was insane. Since similar stories were told about Singed himself, it didn't really surprise him that Malzahar and him felt the same way about this situation: playtime!<br/><br/>Malzahar had already left. "<span style="color: DarkOliveGreen">A race, you say? I never lose a race, hah hah hah...</span>" Singed briefly bothered the shopkeeper for some Boots of Speed. He didn't need that Regrowth  Pendant. With no rules holding him back, he believed he would be able to win any battle with ease. The League only authorized Singed bringing three of his chemicals with him to battle (his poison, his adhesive and the famed Insanity Potion), three chemicals he knew through and through by now, and that warranted little further experimentation. He didn't have any new chemicals or weapons with him, but for someone like Singed, that would not be a problem.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOliveGreen">I'll have to improvise...</span>" Singed mumbled to himself, ignoring his lane and turning for the jungle. The drug-laden chemist had to forage for herbs that he would use to improvise new chemicals. A master apothecary is never unarmed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>