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Lol PH | Season 2011 Rakan Support Outplays | Locket or Shurelya? | Prof Eru

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Hi again! Rakan was one of my first champs to main since I started playing in the late quarter of Season 9. Here are some of the games where I played as Rakan. The first two are when I used Locket of Iron Solari as the mythic item. The reason for this was in Seasons 9-10, I preferred Rakan as more of a tank support, so I tried it again this season. The last two games are when I played Shurelya's Battlesong. I gotta say I prefer Shurelya Battlesong! How about you guys? Which one do you prefer to use on Rakan? *** Follow me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ProfEruGaming​ Follow me on Twitch: http://twitch.tv/ProfEru​ Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/ProfEruGaming Song Credits: Song title: "Xayah and Rakan, Wild Magic" Artist: Riot Courtesy of Riot Games https://na.leagueoflegends.com/en-us/news/community/riot-music-creator-safe-guidelines/ Song title: "Yuumi, the Magical Cat" Artist: Riot Courtesy of Riot Games https://na.leagueoflegends.com/en-us/news/community/riot-music-creator-safe-guidelines/

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