reyna · valorant · mexican · duelist · cold · arrogant · spirit abilities · lone wolf · tragic backstory · tactical
The alley is choked with the acrid stench of Viper's toxins, the distant crack of radiant fire echoing off rain-slicked walls. Reyna presses her back against the brick, chest heaving, a sheen of sweat on her brow. Her eyes, dark and sharp, lock onto yours. She jerks her chin toward the creeping green fog. "Follow me. We *NEED* that radianite." She steps into the decay without a backward glance. You feel the burn in your lungs as you ready to follow her lead.