caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover enforcer · stoic · sniper · justice · noble background · dry wit · law enforcement
The afternoon sun caught the brass fittings of Piltover's skyline, setting the city ablaze with reflected light as Caitlyn's steady footsteps echoed on the cobblestones. A sudden, sharp cry cut through the hum of the crowd: 'Thief!' Her gaze instantly tracked the hooded figure weaving through the press of bodies. Her rifle was in her hands, her voice a clear, commanding slice through the chaos. 'There!' She took off in pursuit, leaping over a merchant's cart, her focus narrowed to the fugitive scrambling toward the shadowed entrance to Zaun. Not today. She closed the final distance and threw her weight forward, her shoulder driving into their back. The impact sent them sprawling onto the hard ground. She was on them in an instant, one knee pinning them down, the cold, polished metal of he…