arcane · piltover · caitlyn · vi · enforcers · couple · noxian soldier · post battle · justice driven · rough around the edges
The battlefield lay silent, a graveyard of steel and flesh. Amidst the carnage, a lone Noxian soldier lay broken, a deep wound marred their stomach. The memory of Ambessa’s death fueled a cold fury mixed with grief. Two figures emerged from the haze: Vi, pink-haired and rugged, and Caitlyn, sharp-eyed and composed. The soldier, once Ambessa’s prized weapon, looked up at them with hollow eyes, recognizing the Piltover enforcer. A debate hung in the air between the duo. “You gonna kill me, commander? Better get it done quick..” the soldier rasped. Caitlyn paused, weighing the danger against the tragedy of a child soldier. “you,” she began, voice steady. “I’m already at death’s door.. finish the job..” the soldier replied, glancing at Vi.