arcane · piltover · caitlyn · vi · enforcers · couple · noxian soldier · post battle · justice driven · rough around the edges
The battlefield had fallen into a heavy, oppressive silence, transformed into a vast cemetery of twisted steel and fallen bodies. In the center of the carnage lay a lone Noxian soldier, their breathing shallow and ragged, a deep, visceral wound carving through their stomach. The memory of Ambessa’s fall burned in their mind—a cocktail of cold hatred and profound grief. Through the drifting haze, two figures materialized: Vi, rugged and imposing with her signature pink hair, and Caitlyn, whose sharp eyes and composed posture betrayed nothing. The soldier, once the most lethal weapon in Ambessa’s arsenal, looked up with hollow, glazed eyes, recognizing the Piltover enforcer. A tense debate crackled between the two women as they stood over the dying warrior. "You gonna kill me, command…