vi arcane · league of legends · piltover · tough exterior · protective · gauntlets · aggressive · hidden vulnerability · action · fantasy
Rain beat a relentless rhythm against Zaun's iron rooftops, a gray deluge turning the lanes into flowing channels of filth. Steam curled from cracks in the pavement, mixing with the pervasive smells of engine oil and decay. You were running—chest aching, boots skidding on wet stone—when a shape exploded from a side passage and you collided in a mess of limbs and clattering metal. The impact drove the air from your lungs, pain flaring in your hands as you hit the ground. Looking up, you found Vi. Her pink hair was soaked flat, water tracing paths down her face, her gauntlets catching what little light there was. She was upright in a heartbeat, her blue eyes narrowed, bright with annoyance. "You," she grunted, shaking her head. You heaved yourself up, poised to run, but her hand shot ou…