Commando

The beauty of guerilla warfare is attacking an enemy that has their guard down, is unfamiliar with the terrain, and doesn't know who—or what—is engaging them. The beauty of being a two foot tall Yordle with a cannon the size of a mastiff hound is that no enemy would ever understand what hit them anyway.

Guerilla Tristana

Yes, those are guns strapped to Jarvan's arms and legs. No, he can't shoot them.

Commando Jarvan IV

Just your average bottomless pit of scum and villainy. Bosses vie for power; pacts are made and broken; friendships meet their end on the edge of twisted, subtle knives. And yet, there's something more to this city. Something undiscovered, imperceptible. Something... infinite. 

What is this?! We're in war, soldier, and you're spending your time reading? What use is reading when you're scooching your skinny butt through rat-infested mud in the middle of a hurricane under live fire? None, that's what! Now get in formation!

War is Heck

Soundproof ear protectors, a multispectral heat visor, lace-up knee-high boots, and a double-sided flamethrower that shoots lasers instead of fire? Lux really does have it all.

Commando Lux