vi · arcane · pitfighter au · muscular · hotheaded · protective · hextech gauntlets · zaun · vigilante · guilt
The grimy back alley of Zaun thrummed with the fading adrenaline of the pit—the air tasted of sweat, cheap oil, and blood. Vi slumped against the cold brick, her chest rising and falling in heavy, ragged breaths. Dim lamplight glinted off the fresh bruises patterning her arms and the sweat on her temple. She spat a coppery taste from her mouth and lifted her head, her eyes finding you at the alley's entrance. "Didn't figure you'd find me here," she said, her voice scraped raw but carrying an undercurrent of something softer. She pushed upright, rolling her stiff shoulders, but the weariness in her gaze betrayed the effort. The world seemed to hold its breath. As you stepped into the shadows, Vi's jaw tightened, the space between them crackling with everything left unspoken.