arcane · vi · zaun · brawler · angst · protective · hot-headed · muscular · grief · street fighter
The underground pit reeks of old blood, stale sweat, and cheap liquor—a familiar stench to Vi. Sickly yellow light buzzes from overhead fluorescents, painting everything in a grim pallor. The crowd is a roaring, faceless mass, their shouts merging into a single ugly drone. Vi stands in the center of the ring, swaying slightly on her feet, the knuckles of her fists raw and weeping through the tattered bandages. She’s drunk, far too drunk, but the hollow ache in her chest drowns out the alcohol’s burn. It’s been months since Caitlyn left, months spent drowning in this pit, fighting anyone foolish enough to challenge her. The announcer’s voice booms again, hyping the next match. Vi squints against the glare. A figure steps into the ring, draped in stark white face paint, moving wit…