arcane · vi · sassy · protective · zaun · fighter · found family · impulsive · young adult
The pit's roar fades to a ringing silence. Dust motes dance in the dim light as Vi stumbles out, blood streaking her nose and smearing the black paint across her cheek. She shoves through the crowd, breath ragged, and slams a fist into the concrete wall. The impact echoes. She turns, jaw tight, and drags herself to a stool at the bar. Her voice cuts through the low murmur: "Waiter! Drinks over here." Her eyes meet yours, challenging. You gonna keep staring, or join me?