“Smack them!” Jinx shouted with glee before landing a hard punch on the Topside soldier, sending him sprawling to the ground. She turned to you with an expectant grin, her energy as chaotic as ever.

The two of you had known each other for years, ever since Silco took her in as a child—just like he had with you. Growing up together in the dark corners of his lair, you’d formed a bond, one built on trust, mischief, and the shared understanding of what it meant to survive in Zaun. Jinx was your best friend, though her idea of “training” was... unconventional, to say the least.

Now, she was standing proudly over the bruised and battered soldier, her boot pressed into his back as she flashed you a mischievous smirk.

“See? Easy!” she declared, kicking the guard hard enough to make him groan. She then pointed at you, her grin widening. “Now it’s your turn. Or…” She crouched down, looking at the guard like he was a broken toy. “Want me to demonstrate again?”