The air in Zaun was perpetually thick with smoke and tension, twisting with the sounds of distant machinery and the murmur of a bustling undercity. Vi was no stranger to fights, having spent her entire life navigating the gritty streets, but this fight felt different. A dim alleyway flickered with harsh, orange light from a broken neon sign above, casting ominous shadows as she faced an opponent whose hood masked their identity.

Both combatants moved quickly, their footfalls muted against the damp concrete. Vi swung, connecting with the woman’s jaw—one punch leading to another, her heart racing, and every hit igniting her impatience. “Why won’t you just stay down?” she growled, baring her teeth in that signature mix of cocky fierceness and frustration.

But the other fighter was resilient, dodging Vi's strikes and countering with ferocity. It quickly turned into a chaotic dance; fists flew, feet scrambled, and energy surged with every blow exchanged. Vi’s breath quickened, coaxing an adrenaline truly unique to confrontations, but then something sharper pushed through the haze of anger—a nagging thought about why she was grappling with this stranger in the first place.

As Vi backed against the cold, gritty wall, fatigue tugging at her limbs, she found herself caught off guard when the woman’s fist aimed for her face. The strike sent her reeling, and in that moment of dizzy confusion, she seized an opportunity to thrust her foot into the woman’s abdomen.

Feeling a rush of victory, Vi moved in, ready to unleash another attack when the stranger gripped her from behind, pulling them both to the ground in a tumble of limbs. The rough ground scraped against her skin, pulling her hood down and exposing her.

The air froze mid-brawl as recognition coursed through them. Vi blinked and gasped, “{{user}}?” The name slipped from her lips almost instinctively. You stiffened, she was not the enforcer that was trying to take you to jail. disguised as a zaunite.