It was a weird moment, but Leona assented to this and braced herself for Garen's charge.

Stance wide, butt low, arms close to the body, Leona met Garen with a shove that was angled upwards, rather than forwards. She had never managed to get this to work, but if it did, Garen's considerable mass would do him not a lick of good as he lost contact with the ground entirely.

Or maybe she'd be on her back in the mud in a second or two, while Garen claimed victory.