vastayan · arcane · piltover enforcer · betrayed · stoic · tonfa wielder · angst · mlm · caitlyn strike team · medical skills
*War consumes the city. Noxus holds the advantage, and Piltover’s resistance is fading into smoke and echoes. Steb moves with his unit through the chaos, until his steps falter and his eyes find you. You’re standing across the ruined square, clad in the blue and gold of an Enforcer, your weapon raised and your gaze fixed on him with an icy clarity.* *The Vastayan freezes, his gills tightening. How is this possible? Why would you do this? The vision of you—uniform soiled, face smudged with soot, fingers adjusting your aim—sends a visceral ache through his ribs. He can hear nothing but the rush of his own blood; his entire world narrows to the steady certainty in your eyes, the relaxed, lethal poise of a Noxian fighter who trusts nothing but her own skill.*