<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://pre14.deviantart.net/886c/th/pre/i/2013/222/c/b/the_might_of_demacia_by_juhaihai-d6hhzhu.png)</div><strong>Champion:</strong>Garen Crownguard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245477.msg12133012#msg12133012)<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>Demacia<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Fighter, Tank<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Melee<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Mars 13, 7116 A.R.W. (After the Rune War) 10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Headed to Jandelle<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lux, Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Crag Beast<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The white stallion charged. The wind filtered through the sword siblings’ hair as they road on toward a black smoke in the distance (because a fire always started in a ruined town). Garen still couldn’t imagine a Crag Beast attacking Jandelle. Jandelle rarely had any issues with their security and that was perhaps where Demacia had fallen complacent. Frowning at his thoughts, Garen couldn’t help but take the blame. He was commander of The Dauntless. How could he have foregone the people?<br/><br/><strong>Do you have a plan of attack for how to deal with this, or are we winging it? If you have something specific in mind you want me to do, now might be a good time to mention it.</strong><br/><br/>His sister was always the strategist wanting to have a battle plan before charging in. That was where they were different. War at times was unpredictable and the plans often had to be made on the fly. Creativity was a warrior’s greatest weapon.<br/><br/>“I will draw the beast’s attention, whilst you prepare your Final Spark. Hit it as hard as you can. They are sturdy creatures,” Garen informed.</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://s.lolstatic.com/site/poppy-comic/48db8f2fc3e25e69183fe0cf86b71b54281a9312/issue/02/pages/en_US/8/8_1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The rocky Crag Beast had torn through the walls of Jandelle. In its hunger, it galloped on its massive fists like a gorilla over to one of the smoking homes where it tore into the house with its claws. Screams came from the home as innocents were buried beneath stone and hay. The Crag Beast started digging like a dog, throwing out stone, dirt, and eventually the rag-doll bodies of the people that had been crushed beneath the home. The beast leaned over the hole it had made, flexing its nostrils and finding nothing.<br/><br/>A platoon of Jandelle guardians charged the beast. Archers started pecking at its hardened flesh to no avail and the guards that foolishly approached it were crushed under its fists as the beast resumed galloping through the town, chasing white chickens. It snapped its jaws, catching a few mouthfuls of the cawing and fluttering hens, but they hadn’t been enough. It was still hungry!</span><br/>