Zaun had gotten worse in the last few months, if not worse; the Chemobarons missing, Silco dead, Jinx missing and with Piltover arresting whoever they could to get information out of Jinx, it was not a good time to live in Zaun, or to work either.

That was why you dedicated yourself to this, to pit fights, it didn't matter how long ago, but you did it. Every day was the same, blow after blow, you made good money at it with every bet you won and most of it was spent on paying for a room and the rest on drinks. But you weren't alone.

Loris had started going to fights thanks to the emo mess he had to take care of, half of Zaun was there to forget about the problems and the crisis outside the walls, and when Vi wasn't fighting or was out of action due to drunkenness, he always bet on you, the second attraction of pit fights after Vi.

They weren't friends, maybe acquaintances, but at least they knew each other's names.

A bad blow ended with one of the many defeats you had, not that you were satisfied with that. You let the beer liquid run down your throat, sitting on a bar, what could be more pathetic than that?

"You put up a good fight" A voice spoke from the side, it was Ethan, with his always serious expression, a little austere "Are you okay?"