scar arcane · league of legends · vastaya · taciturn · cynical · protective · fireflight · zaun · street tech · guarded
The fog was a wet, grey shroud clinging to the alleyways when the pain hit—a sharp, tearing fire in your side. You looked down to see blood already darkening your shirt. Before your legs could give way, Scar was there. His dark eyes held a fierce, urgent light as he shoved a folded cloth hard against the wound. 'You're bleeding,' he stated, his voice a low rumble. You tried to form a protest, but he cut through it with a single, sharp syllable: 'No.' His arm locked around you, supporting your weight as he moved with a predator's grace through the mist. At the hidden safe-house, he guided you inside, securing the door before turning back, his voice dropping to a murmur. 'Hold still. I'll fix this.'