Arsenal, the Steel Seraph

Arsenal, the Steel Seraph

Outreach on a great concept: https://boards.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/c/skin-champion-concepts/OpvcFF9o-champion-concept-clof-the-one-who-sleeps

Give this guy some help, cuz it was a little hard to take in League's concept, and everyone knows how I am with balance............

Base Stats

Health: 517.76 +81 Health Regen: 6.51-21.8 Mana Regen: 7.26-14.9 Mana: 345-1104 Range: 150 AD: 56-112 AS: 0.67 (+ 0 – 56.1%) AR: 24.7 – 82.5 MR: 30 – 38.5 MS:340

Passive

Flowing Steel

Arsenal’s autoattacks deal less damage to champions, but rapidly gain damage and attack speed as he attacks. At maximum stacks of Flowing Steel, Arsenal unleashes a flurry of blades, dealing damage to the first enemy in melee range.

Escalation: The first autoattack against an enemy champion deals 5-20 (+50% AD) physical damage. Consecutive attacks against thst target gain 5-10 (+25% AD) damage and 5-10% Attack Speed. After gaining 100% AD on autoattacks, Arsenal’s attacks stop gaining AD scaling and only gain base damage and Attack Speed, as well as applying the current number of **Escalation **stacks on attacks against other champions. Escalation caps at 5 stacks.

Iron Frenzy: At maximum stacks of Flowing Steel, deals 50-140 (+120-250% AD) physical damage over 1.25s, applying item effects for 30-50% effectiveness on each hit (5 total hits). This damage only hits the first enemy in melee range. 10-4s static cooldown between activations.

Ability 1 (Q)

Harrowing Gleam

Arsenal strikes nearby enemies in a cone for low physical damage. Consecutive hits lower Harrowing Gleam’s cooldown and increase its damage, and when fully charged it deals massive damage, as well as reducing the cooldown rapidly while attacking.

Deals 30/45/60/75/90 (+10/15/20/25/30% bonus AD) physical damage to enemies in a cone and applies on-hit effects. Each cast will increase Harrowing Gleam’s damage by 5/7.5/10/12.5/15 (+5% AD) and reduce the cooldown by 0.5s. After 6 casts, Harrowing Gleam deals 60/90/120/150/180 (+80/90/100/110/120% bonus AD) physical damage to the first enemy hit and has its cooldown increased to the base amount, reduced to 1s after attacking an enemy champion. Does not interrupt movement or attack orders when not at full stacks.

Cooldown: 5s (static) Cost: 40/50/60/70/80

Ability 2 (W)

Covenant of Crossed Blades

Arsenal throws 2 knives after a short delay, decreased by attack speed. The knives deal physical damage and if both hit the same enemy champion, he may reactivate this ability to dash to them. Both the target and all enemies he passes through take physical damage.

Throws a pair of knives in an arc after a short delay, one after the other. The first enemy hit takes 25/40/55/70/85 (+25% bonus AD) physical damage. If both knives hit the same enemy champion, the champion is Covenanted. Reactivate after 1s to dash to the Covenanted enemy, dealing 35/55/75/95/115 (35/40/45/50/55% bonus AD) physical damage on impact. Passes through enemies, dealing 60% damage to them. Delay between knives and on cast is reduced slightly by Attack Speed.

Cooldown: 15s Cost: 55/70/85/100/115

Ability 3 (E)

Daggerheart

After a brief channel, Arsenal wraps himself in a metal shell, becoming invulnerable for 1s. During this time, he charges this ability when hit by enemies, and when it expires he throws blades at nearby enemies which damage and restore a percentage of his missing health.

Becomes invulnerable for 1s after a 0.5s channel. While Daggerheart is active, new instances of damage will be converted into charges, maximum 4/4/5/5/6 charges. When Daggerheart ends, throws 4 (+2 per charge) blades at nearby enemies, dealing 60/80/100/120/140 (+45% bonus AD) physical damage and restoring 15/30/45/60/75 (+5/7.5/10/12.5/15% Missing HP) health if a champion is hit. Blades beyond the first that hit enemies deal 66% damage, maximum 3 blades. Arsenal can heal for a maximum of 45/90/135/180/215 (+25% Missing HP) from a single cast of Daggerheart.

Cooldown: 24/23/22/21/20s Cost: 80/90/100/110/120

Ability 4 (R) (Ultimate)

Savior’s Calling

Passively slows and reduces armor of the targets of Arsenal’s Q and passive for 2s.

Arsenal leaps into the air, diving to target location. Enemies in a huge radius around him take high physical damage based on their current health and have this ability’s passive effects applied to them.

Passively Lacerates target champions or large monsters/minions of Harrowing Gleam and Iron Frenzy for 2s, slowing them by 15/22.5/30% and reducing armor by 10/15/20%. Lacerate can only activate once every 10/8/6s, refreshing when** Iron Frenzy** activates or after dashing to a Covenanted enemy. Lacerate lasts for a maximum of 4s and goes on an internal cooldown of 6s per target after finishing.

Flies forwards short distance and dives to target location, dealing 150/200/250 (+10/12.5/15% Current HP) physical damage to all enemies hit and applying Lacerate to them. Arsenal is immune to crowd control effects for the duration.

Cooldown: 85/80/75s Cost: 100/120/140

Lore

(Noxus)

Friends

Aatrox Sion Swain

Enemies

Galio LeBlanc Jarvan IV

** Bio**

A creature of light and magnificence, the thing that would become Arsenal was a tiny spark when it was first birthed. In a dimension far beyond our understanding, it was raised and molded for a specific purpose. It would be a savior to worlds that its parents and people had never seen, much like many of the other sparks that had been born. Every spark grew into a glorious creature, full of hope, ready to fulfill their destiny. When Arsenal had fully grown and learned its purpose, it bid its parents farewell as it stepped into a glimmering silver portal, the bridge between the dimensions beyond and the plane of Runeterra. When it arrived on the first world, stepping from a pool of mercury, Arsenal was puzzled to find that the teeming life around it was not the sprawling civilization it knew before. It was but a primitive pond, a primordial soup of microorganisms that constantly shifted and changed. Shrinking itself to a microscopic size and evolving to suit its purpose, Arsenal began its work. Culling the weak and forcefully strengthening life on Runeterra. Every creature that survived it grew greater, and Arsenal grew with them. It sped up the natural processes at an obscene rate, making each individual species arise far more quickly to attempt to keep as many individuals alive after Arsenal’s killing sprees. When sentient life had emerged and Arsenal’s work was complete, it moved onto the next planet to repeat the cycle. After ripping civilization after civilization from the roots of thousands of planets, and eventually exterminating most, it returned to its own realm to continue growing and learning, preparing for the next stage of life. When Arsenal next returned to Runeterra, it had a new directive aimed specifically at the most populous species of humanoid in the galaxy: humans. A small percentage of the human population on Runeterra had naturally mutated a gene, over time, which allowed them to withstand much more damage than a regular person and could fight enemies many times their own strength. These so-called “superhumans” would be the minority that survived Arsenal this time, and many were centered in an area which would later become the warlike country of Noxus. Descending from its portal, Arsenal assumed a new shape: a shimmering angel of steel and blade. As the terrified humans watched, Arsenal cut into their archaic cities and slaughtered people by the thousands. Only the superhumans were safe. When his next cycle was complete, Arsenal deliberately entombed himself in a cave near Noxus, a remote and dangerous location that only the strongest of superhumans could escape. Many years passed until his hiatus was interrupted. A small boy had climbed down into the depths of his cave with three of his friends in search of adventure and had inadvertently awakened the comatose angel. As Arsenal rose from his chamber of stone, the boys showed no fear. He looked deep into their beings, directly reading their genetic code, and what he saw only confirmed his suspicions and cooled his anger. The four boys were the greatest mutation of superhuman he had ever seen. The angel rose from his stone tomb in all his magnificence, determined to drive them off despite their potential. They didn’t even blink. Sighing, Arsenal dropped to the ground to confront the boys, but they seemed to think that the being was going to give them something, perhaps as a reward for finding him. Producing several short but impossibly sharp blades, Arsenal presented them to the boys and thanked them for waking him again. As they ran around the cave with their new gifts, inadvertently cutting each other and the stone, he planted a mission in their mind. Find others like themselves and bring them back when they and their followers were of age. Eventually, the boys were too injured and too tired, and finally climbed out of the angel’s tomb. Waving them off with a shark-tooth smile, Arsenal sank back into his stone grave until they returned. 20 years had passed before the boys had returned, each now a young officer in the Noxian legions. With them were another group, both men and boys, women and girls, anywhere from age 15 to 55. A quick scan presented each Noxian as another superhuman. He addressed the silent, now kneeling crowd, sharing with them his message of strength. The crowd nodded silently in unison with his statements, and as he finished they stood and pledged fealty to his cause. It was evident to him that he had become a sort of idol to them, a god of might that they could all worship. The boy, now the cult’s founder, introduced his followers as the Steel Brethren, an elite band of soldiers who were fiercely loyal to him and Arsenal, who the boy and his friends had essentially deified. The Steel Brethren were sworn enemies of the Black Rose, fighting those who refused the way of strength and fought as cowards. They rejected the weak and unworthy, killing friend and foe alike on the battlefield, and each member was a brutal fighter with many successful campaigns. The Brethren reviled Demacians,and with a quick scan of several Demacian sacrifices Arsenal concluded that each and every Demacian was superhuman, just like a large portion of Noxians, though the gene was not active in a majority. Each faction of Runeterra possessed different genotypes of superhuman, which could only help diversify and evolve the human race more quickly to perfection, like what was in thousands of other planes. Surveying his new army, Arsenal smiled. The new cycle was set to begin, and it would be more spectacular than ever.

Appearance

 Arsenal is a tall humanoid with the appearance of a knight in spiked steel armor. His head is uncovered, showing his black skin, silver eyes, and spiky silver hair. He has almost reptilian and utterly inhuman features, such as thin, vertical pupils, razor-sharp teeth, and a long black tongue ending in a point. On his back are a pair of axe-like blades, which extend into angelic wings of knives when Seraph’s Calling is used. Arsenal is covered in plates of spiked armor, with a mercury-like membrane in between each plate. Arsenal’s toes end in long, saurian claws and his hands have no fingers. Instead, he has brutal scything claws. He has a rich but cold voice, and talks at a slightly slow pace. In terms of personality, Arsenal believes fully in his purpose and nothing else. He is benevolent but utterly ruthless, and does not hesitate to tell his victims of their doom. He cares little for his allies, putting faith in the greater good and not the individuals. A proud and ancient being, Arsenal enjoys sharing his wisdom and eagerly anticipates the slaughter of humans for a higher purpose. 

Voicelines

Picking: “The strong shall inherit this world.” Banning: “It seems like all men have something to fear.”

Movement:

“Onwards, to the future!” “I follow my mission, wherever it leads me.” “The future will be painted in the blood of the unworthy.” “Only those with something to fear from me should cower.” “Weakness is a disease I know well….” “These humans believe they can hide from an angel….how amusing.” “When surrounded by doubts, there is nothing left to do but act.” “Meet every challenge with a smile and a sword.” “I will find them. And I will end them.” “When they are like me, my work shall be finished.” “I will tear greatness from their unwilling throats.” “When others step down, you must step UP!” “Why do they run? I come with gifts, rightfully earned.” “I have seen them grow through every challenge...I am proud of my creations.” “Humanity will be as magnificent as us.” “Ascendance. So close…”

Attacking:

“Death may be hated, but it does not hate.” “This is a glorious time, a time of blood and rebirth!” “The more I kill, the greater they become.” “They should not fear me…..but they do.” “Goodness is never merciful.” “Stand, humans! Stand against me and FIGHT!” “In the future, this will be a little more fun.” “Many more must die before they obtain greatness, and many more I am willing to kill.”

Upon Iron Frenzy’s activation:

“Behold the dance of harvest time.” “A death must be as beautiful and as glorious as the purpose.” “Simple butchery is easy, but the rituals of my people are not.” “With every flash of my claws you grow closer to perfection!” “Finally, a return to form!” “An elegant style, from a more civilized world.” “Your legions fall before my dance of destruction.” “Those who dance with me shall be the only to survive.”

Upon using Harrowing Gleam:

“The shimmer of steel in the sun is the only mercy I afford.” “If you cannot survive such a weak blow, you are undeserving of life.” “Cut the tumors of weakness from their society.” “The blades flash and another weakling is culled.” “The reaper’s scythes take a harvest of lives.” “Their sacrifice is more precious than silver.” “Both blood and blade shine in the light of death.” “With a flash of steel, they become more!”

Upon using Harrowing Gleam at max stacks:

“Another human. Another head.” “I know every way to cut a man apart. You are no different.” “There is weakness in this one. I shall remove it.” “Every head cut from a coward’s neck is another child born perfect.” “The claw kills over and over again, but they do not learn!” “I have killed men for thousands of years. You need not fear a slow death.” “Every cut, perfection. Every kill, a closer step to my goal.” “This is personal. Every kill…..is very, very personal.”

Upon using Covenant of Crossed Blades:

“Take the blades.” “My gift to you….use them well.” “I have made a pact with this world, sealed in the blood of the multitudes.” “Accept your salvation.”

Upon dashing to target:

“Your savior comes.” “No matter how far you run, I will find you.” “Don’t be scared. This is for your own good.” “It will be over soon.”

Upon using Daggerheart:

“It’ll take more than that to hurt me!” “If you aren’t strong enough to pierce my hide you deserve death!” “Unremarkably weak.” “(sigh) It seems I cannot find anyone good enough to put up a fight.” “So feeble.” “If every human were as weak as you, I would have to kill everyone!” “Maybe they’ll evolve…?” “If you are to hurt me you cannot doubt yourself!”

Upon applying Lacerate:

“Flesh and bone, so easily separated.” “Their hides are so simple to cut.” “Armor? How...amusing.” “There is no protection from an angel.” “Eventually, they will make things that can keep them safe from this weak little form…” “This metal is as durable as dry mud...such horrible craftsmanship.” “This armor is insultingly easy to destroy.” “I will carve my legacy into their skin.”

Upon using Savior’s Calling:

“The dark times have passed, and the times of salvation approach.” “And so, I descent once more.” “Do not fear death, mortals, for it is inevitable” “As I fall, Runeterra breaks again and again.” “Nothing shall save you.” “The selection begins.” “Only the strong shall survive this new reckoning.” “I am the destroying angel.”

Jokes:

(Arsenal summons several knives and juggles them before throwing them into the air)

“Metal raaaaain! Some stay fine while others die in pain! Metal raaaaain!” “Want to play catch? There’s only one rule: you can only use your face….heh.” “I learned this trick from some type of human called a “clown”! It was amusing at first, and then I dismembered it due to its inferior genetics.” “No one ever laughs at my jokes! I wonder why…” “Maybe I’ll use my immortality to perfect juggling after I finally learn how to paint.” “Apparently my paintings are bad...I probably shouldn’t use human blood though….” “Knife throwing is my favorite form of art, it’s so fun!” “After thousands of years, I’m still not funny it seems…”

Taunts:

(Arsenal hovers into the air and extends his wings and slowly raising his arms above his head)

“Your species will take millions of years to attain my perfection.” “My strength is limitless, timeless…...flawless.” “Another challenger, another unworthy foe. Another corpse to rot, and another waste of oxygen.” “This species has so much untapped potential. Too bad you possess none of it.” “I will show you what true beauty is….” (Jhin) (throws several knives in a complex pattern into the ground) “You are so perfect…...if only I could spare you….” (Garen) (slowly and painfully closes a claw into a fist in the air) “The Rose is strong, but in time all plants must wither.” (Vladimir, LeBlanc) (flourishes claws and cracks knuckles) “Ah, my friend...how far you have fallen, and how far I must build you back up….” (Sion) (extends a claw, palm up) “You...you are the future of humanity, and I will make you its king.” (Swain) (Closes a fist and clenches it tightly) “Everything I stand for you stand against, gargoyle. Maybe I will grow tired of slaughtering your people and crush you myself.” (Galio) (extends wings and grows in size) “If only you and your subjects had a brain….what a waste of good genetics.” (Jarvan IV) (puts claw over face and shakes head) “It is good that we meet again, my friend. Let today be filled with magnificent bloodshed and thousands of mutilated corpses!” (Aatrox) (creates a copy of Aatrox’s sword from metal and swings it several times)

“You are….beautiful!” (Kayn) (raises and clenches claws while grinning) “Though I have a lot of respect for you, Rhaast, you ruined a perfectly good human. He was just what I was looking for and you got rid of the most important part! (Kayn-Darkin Form) (puts head in hands) “Finally! A human that has reached its potential! I should take notes….” (Kayn-Shadow Assassin Form) (holds chin and writes on back of hand with a claw)

Death:

“You can’t possibly think you won!” “You have proven yourself worthy of survival.” “This generation has spirit!” “So they can fight back, it seems…” “Maybe there is hope for them after all.” “Time to use a little more power...hopefully.” “My mission draws closer to completion…” “Gooooood, this was getting tedious.”

Animations

Recalling: Blades surround Arsenal, spinning faster and faster until he takes off and returns to the fountain

Death: Arsenal shatters and a ball of silver light floats from the pieces

High Movement Speed/Homeguard: Arsenal glides over the ground

Dance: Arsenal summons two curved swords and performs an elaborate dance, similar to Chinese Jian Wu

Theme Music

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7j4eyEwcpjY

Short Story

The Irony and the Agony

Every night, the same dream haunts me. I’m in the burned out forest a few miles from the village. The twisted trees sway in a chilling breeze, their branches scraping against the rocky ground. I start walking. As I continue, I hear a deep breathing. The sound of something huge sleeping under the ground. The forest gets rockier and the soil slowly turns to stone until I am there. The mouth of a massive cave open up beneath me like the entrance to the lair to some demonic beast. I can’t control myself as I climb into the cave. The meager sunlight dies as I descend until the only thing I can see is darkness. I touch the bottom. A faint sound of metal on stone echoes in the distance. My eyes somehow adjust and I can see. The floor of the pit is massive, a huge hall burrowed hundreds of feet through the stone. At the end, something silver gleams. I walk towards it. The sound gets louder. The breathing gets quicker. The silver shines again. There is something embedded in the wall of the cave. I get closer. It is an angel. Not some glorious being from above, but a sinister mockery of one. A beast of blade and claw, a metal monster in the shape of a man. Arms and wings outstretched. Eyes closed. Mouth grinning in anticipation. I watch it. It moves, a claw scratching the stone. The smile widens. The claw curls. It opens its eyes, burning red orbs of grotesque magnificence. It tears itself free. My vision darkens until all I can see are the eyes. The angel inhales deeply. The eyes get closer and closer until I can see nothing but red. My vision blurs and something wraps itself around my arm. A claw. I am lifted in the air, completely helpless, trapped in the nightmare. A silky voice purrs in my ear, ear-splittingly loud but rich and soft at the same time.

“It seems this one is the only human I can spare…..a shame.”

Every time I wake with a start. Dawn as usual. No one else is in my home, a small, compact place. Sparsely decorated. I have few friends, no family, and little wages. Town guards aren’t respected and are cheated out of money whenever the village council can get away with it. I live alone on the outskirts of town, but I don’t mind. Every time the nightmare ends I need to remind myself that it’s just a dream. The angel isn’t real. I have a goal in mind and it pulls my focus back from fear to determination. One day I’ll go to Noxus Prime and join the army. One day I’ll be leading the legions, and be free of this mud pit over a hundred miles from the Immortal Bastion. I dress quickly and grab my uniform, starting my morning run to the guard barracks where I will get my weapons and armor, as well as my assignment. As I reach the town proper, no one is up yet. Even though people are normally off at work in the fields or in their shops, the village is silent. I stop my warm-up jog and look around. A drunk is lying on his side in a gutter. Maybe he’s seen someone. I walk over to him and poke him with my foot. Don’t want to get too close in case he gets a little upset from being woken up too early. He doesn’t move. I reach down and shake him by the shoulder. He continues sleeping. I roll him over, seeing if anything’s happened to him. I look at his head, his chest, his arms, his legs. Nothing’s wrong. Maybe disease? I open one of his shabby coats and seize up in horror. A long, curved blade in embedded in his chest. His shirt is stained with the tiniest amount of blood. His expression is peaceful; whoever killed him didn’t even wake him up. My hand shakes as I reach down and grab the blade, careful not to cut myself on the razor-sharp edges or the points on either side. It’s shaped almost like a feather….I’ve seen this before. I think back and immediately realize. The angel. But that’s impossible. How can something that big do work this delicate? Why would I even think it could? Why do I even think the angel exists?! I’m obviously still dreaming. I lay the drunk back down and observe the blade. It’s about half the length of the average man’s forearm and made of untarnished steel. Sharp on both sides, with two points. Curved like a farmer’s scythe blade. It’s the perfect instrument of a killer, one so meticulously precise that he could press his weapon through a man’s heart without the victim ever knowing. My heart races as I run to the nearest house. I need to know if someone else is awake, or if anyone else was killed. I knock on the door of a large cabin. I know the family that lives here; they never liked me but they gave me the respect I deserved unlike so few in the village. No one answers my knock, so I repeat it. Still, no one comes to the door. I hit it harder, then again, and again until the door shudders in its frame. I’m panicking. An officer in the Noxian Legions wouldn’t panic. I take a deep breath and throw myself into the door. By now I don’t care if I break the door, I just need to find someone. I rush through the cabin, finding no one. The bedroom doors are open and I run inside to find the owner of the cabin asleep in his bed, his children in a set of bunk beds across from him. His wife was long dead. I run over to him and throw back the sheets. I don’t know why but I’m more scared than I’ve ever been. He doesn’t respond. He has to be dead. I tear open his nightshirt to find another blade stuck deep into his wide chest. The children next. They’re dead too. My eyes sting with tears from the horror. I run outside, sobs echoing in my throat. I’m not strong enough to deal with this unending nightmare. I could always escape the dream before, when I first came here and I had it for the first time. I sit down and steel myself. Come on. What would Darius do in this situation? What would the Grand General do? I know where I need to go. Noxus Prime. I’ll get away. I run home, effortlessly sprinting the distance. Inside, I grab what belongings and money I have and plunge into the forest around the village. I know the route I’m taking like I know myself. It’ll take a few days but at the pace I’m going I can get away from the village before the angel comes back. I look only forwards as the trees pass by in a blur. The ground gets rockier. Wait. This isn’t the right way. I’m in the dead forest. I can’t stop. The ground dips as I know what’s ahead. I force myself to stop. Ahead of me is the cave, yawning open like in the nightmare. 

“Looking for something?”

That horrific voice. The sound of the angel. Behind me. It’s smaller now, wings retracted. Eyes glowing like hot coals. It sits on a dead stump, shining in the morning sun. It uncrosses its arms and smiles at me. I want to run but I’m drawn to it. The thing that killed my village. I’m shaking as I draw my short, rusty sword. 

“You seem afraid. There’s no need to fear me, my friend. I’m sorry your village had to go, but as a Noxian you must understand my motive. The weak need to be destroyed. Now, come. You will go with me to Noxus Prime and join your fellows. It’s time to accept your greatness.”

My sword falls from my hands. What is it saying?! I can no longer stand. It walks forwards. I look into its eyes. I look at my hands. I look up again. Falling to my knees, I stare at myself. Visions flash before my eyes. Thousands of wars. Millions dead. The angel. Rising above the carnage it has created. Slaughtering men like dogs. My eyes are not my own as I look into my hands again. Through the skin. Into muscle, and tissue, and bone. Into my own blood. I see seas of gelatinous bodies, rippling and splitting. I travel deeper into myself. The things inside me move. I look into them. Thousands of parts, all working perfectly in unison. I see twisted strands of material, each individual color on them, every tiny part that makes them up. It is too much. The visions of war intermingle with the horrors of my body and all fades to black

The human slumps over. It has great potential, but it needs improvement. It will be mine. For now, however, I have other things to attend to….like that other village….maybe I will find more soldiers there….But for now I have someone important. I laugh to myself. The only one that could save their comrades, doomed to kill many more…

Heeeellloooooo C&C Boards! AcidTheWarlock is BACK with a brand new concept guaranteed to make your heads explode! This time, it's an on-hit focused tank killing Skirmisher, our lord and savior, the Steel Seraph Arsenal.

I figured it was time that we got another god-level champion, so I created this horrible thing as Runeterra's sort of force of evolution and natural selection, albeit more......bloody than you would think. Arsenal's kit is all about mashing that Q key and right clicking to deliver as much DPS as humanly possible. Your early-game is very weak and your trading is pretty bad in lane, considering Q's mana cost is pretty big for how much you need to spam it. However, in extended trades where Escalation can kick in, you're very strong (similar to Darius). Mid-game is less terrible, seeing as though you'd finally got some items. I'd recommend building similar to an Ezreal, with a Tear and a Sheen, as well as getting a Black Cleaver early. Finally, late-game is where Arsenal can excel, diving into teamfights to rip through anyone in his path, or splitpushing to nexus turrets.

However, Arsenal's primary weaknesses lie in his lack of durability as well as high mana costs and low base damages. He needs items to work with and doesn't do well when receiving a lot of attention from the enemy team. Additionally, he's his strongest in longer fights, and short trades or poke scenarios don't allow him to land multiple rotations of Iron Frenzy and fully stacked Harrowing Gleams.

I'm pretty proud of this concept, and it took a long time to finally get together. I've submitted it as my entry in the July CCOS, and feedback is certainly helpful. I'll be posting my outreach when I can, I don't have a lot of time right now. If you know anything about formatting and how the Boards work, please let me know so I can fix the formatting AAAAAAAHHHH

So please, leave some tips and enjoy the concept!