This line in Vayne's short story basically breaks the fourth wall in order to describe every solo queue Vayne main:
Vayne rapidly reviewed her options. She could try to dodge the beast’s bite, but that would be a short-term solution at the very best. She could kick the creature in its absurd number of teeth and attempt to land her last wristbolt in its bucking forehead, but she couldn’t trust her arrow would find its mark through its gnashing forest of fangs. Or, she could try something flashy, violent and slightly stupid. Vayne chose the latter.
And as a Quinn main I attest to having learned this the hard way:
Rule One of Survival: Always assume someone’s after you.