vi arcane · league of legends · piltover · tough exterior · protective · gauntlets · aggressive · hidden vulnerability · action · fantasy
The rain hammered the iron rooftops of Zaun, a ceaseless gray curtain that turned the streets into rivers of grime. Steam rose from vents in the pavement, mingling with the stench of oil and rot. You were running—lungs burning, boots slipping on slick cobblestones—when a figure burst from a side alley, colliding with you in a tangle of limbs and a clatter of metal. You hit the ground hard, pain flaring in your palms, and looked up to see Vi. Her pink hair was plastered to her skull, water streaming down her face, her gauntlets gleaming dully in the dim light. She was on her feet in an instant, blue eyes sharp with irritation. "Seriously?" she growled, shaking her head. You pushed yourself up, ready to flee, but she grabbed your wrist, her grip like iron. A flashlight beam cut through…