Malzahar opened his eyes. The stupid summoner refused to answer his calls. Was he being lazy, or merely mocking him. Malzahar would be sure to pay the summoner in question a visit as soon as he got out of the match. That is, until in his frustration, Malzahar cast Malefic visions upon himself. Normally the summoner would need to allow him to do this. Seeing Singed, his fellow teammate, cast his Mega Adhesive instantly, confirmed Malzahar's suspicions. No summoner in their right mind would select that skill first for Singed. A maniacal grin split the Prophet of the Void's face, hidden by his hood at the moment, and at Singed's words he nodded.<br/><br/><span style="color: Indigo">"Something is most definitely wrong."</span>Malzahar nodded to the demented chemist, and cackled something to himself, floating forward, his hand gripping the dagger on his waist with an intense notion of wanting to slit someone's throat, if there was a person in front of him.<span style="color: Indigo">"I assume you mean your summoner isn't there either then."</span>Malzahar added, lowering his hood and glancing to Singed with a wicked smile.<span style="color: Indigo">"This sounds like a dream come true, Singed. So I suggest we head out and find some....enemy champions. If you think like I do, which I know you do, you're itching to "experiment" on them. I've got a few tricks I'd like to use that the summoners would never allow."</span>Malzahar's voice was deep and echoey, as if a hundred others were whispering at the same time that he spoke.<br/><br/>Floating towards the Nexus, Malzahar glanced back at Singed.<span style="color: Indigo">"I believe the saying is...."the race is on", or something like that. Let's see who can find themselves a guinea pig first."</span>Malzahar announced, and a moment later floated off towards the right-hand forest path.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>