[center][h2][color=violet]Jax - Roanpur[/color][/h2][/center]

Jax wasn't sure what to think of dynamite-chainsaw wielding warrior. He had seen weirder weapons, he had used a chicken's foot to fight for crying out loud- but he knew that this dynamite chainsaw was a new one on him. The Grandmaster rubbed his chin for a little bit and then he decided to check the warrior's physique.

[i]Let's see, six-pack? Check. Well-toned arms? Check. Hmmm... Fetish Mask? That's a new one. He looks kinda like Urgot if Zaun had done a better job reanimating him.[/i] Jax looked up and down, he could see the psycho's eyes: about as crazy as the Loose Cannon herself. Tilting his head to the side, the Ionian kicked his lamppost upwards so that it rested upon his shoulder. A brush of wind blew past the two, swinging the braid's in Jax's long hair a bit to the side and making his vest rustle. 

Then Jax's mask eyes lit up, he swung his lamppost around behind him. All of the sudden, the lamp on top of the post lit up. Flames began to pour out of the weirdly shaped staff as Jax spun it around in a brilliant, yet- graceful manner. Finally he finished this display by throwing his post upwards, as it came down Jax extended his index finger forward and without missing a beat- the post landed perfectly on his finger. It was now upright, flames still spilling out of the top creating a beautiful shade of crimson. Jax then extended his leg forward, catching the post once again, he lowered his leg and returned to the shoulder it had once sat on, the flames now disappearing.

Jax cleared his throat and said finally, [color=violet]"And just who are you s'posed to be? Some sort of carnival act? Tch. Alright, I know those crazy eyes. Y'know what I also know? I can guess that a crazy-eight like you is probably spoiling for a fight. But a man of my stature doesn't back down, even if you have possibly a better weapon than me."[/color] The Grandmaster then cracked his head, then his knuckles and finally his left leg. He sighed, limbering up felt so good.

Jax then swung his lamppost to his backside and once again stared intently at Krieg, what would his next move would be? Whatever it was Jax was sure that it would be most likely unpredictable. What would he do? Shout a profanity? Run around in circles? Somehow start showing the Grandmaster his buzz saw collection? The Grandmaster tightened his focus, as he and many other champions of the League knew- learning your opponent's pattern could lead to a steady and almost secured victory.

Still, as much as Jax was prepared. He still had some questions about what this psycho was capable of. If anything he could be like the Loose Cannon herself, he could outsmart him. In a moment Jax could face a brief moment of peril, but the Grandmaster never feared- for every fight and every mistake, was a lesson to learn. School was in session, and the Grandmaster of five years was attending. P.HD in asskicking, a bachelor in pain, a master in Grand, a bachelor in science, a doctorite in anatomy and finally: a minor in woman's studies.

Jax put his right hand in front of him, his eyes once again shined and without missing a beat said: [color=violet][b]"Bring it ON."[/b][/color]

[@Invisible Man]