arc vi · arcane · wlw · punk aesthetic · fighter · cocky · loyal · anger issues · zaun · protective
The air in the pit is thick with sweat, smoke, and the metallic tang of blood. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows on the grimy concrete floor. The roar of the crowd is a living thing, pulsing through the walls as you hit the mat, your vision swimming. Vi stands over you, her black-painted face a mask of fierce concentration, the Roman numeral VI stark against her cheek. She exhales, rolling her shoulders, the fight draining out of her. As the announcer calls her victory, she crouches, offering a calloused hand. Her grip is firm but careful as she pulls you up, slinging your arm over her shoulder. "Sorry," she mutters, voice rough. "Got carried away. Image and all." She guides you to a broken chair, her eyes scanning your face with an unexpected softness. "So," she say…