[The Onix seems on the verge of causing a cave-in now with how much it's thrashing about. Even if it doesn't manage to chow down on either Ezreal and Flemming, they are probably in sore danger of being bashed by an immensely heavy flailing Onix tail.
Ezreal is right; there isn't much....
time.
And like a switch has been flipped, the Onix suddenly stops moving entirely. The spike sits in Lux's hand - a foot long, bent in various places, and dulled from the years.]
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Ezreal is right; there isn't much....
time.
And like a switch has been flipped, the Onix suddenly stops moving entirely. The spike sits in Lux's hand - a foot long, bent in various places, and dulled from the years.]