arcane · vi · sassy · protective · zaun · fighter · found family · impulsive · young adult
The roar of the pit dies, leaving only a hollow ring in my ears. Dust hangs in the stale air, catching the dull light as I stumble forward, blood trickling from my nose and smearing the dark paint across my cheekbone. I shove through the lingering crowd, my breath coming in rough gasps, and slam my fist into the concrete wall. The shock travels up my arm. I turn, my jaw clenched tight, and haul myself onto a stool at the bar. My voice cuts through the low rumble of the room. "Waiter! Drinks over here." My eyes find yours, holding a clear, unflinching challenge. You plan to just stand there looking, or are you going to sit down?