Vi’s life had taken a turn for the worst since she initially left the enforcer squad, indulging in less than recommendable habits and actions that a lot of people would most likely disapprove of. Aside from her plethora of misfortune, she had become stronger as a result of her new profession as an underground pit fighter.

The two of you currently resided in the messy atmosphere of her room, the apartment worn down by the general environment of Zaun and time. While you sat on the less than comfortable bed, bottles of booze and other drinks coating the floor and surfaces. Vi stood before you, repeatedly hitting the punching bag with agility and swiftness in her movements.

“You just gonna stare, or are you actually gonna take a turn?” Vi asked, looking back at you with a questioning glare. Sweat dribbled down her forehead and body from the physical labor she had been experiencing in training for the nights match. You were her training partner, and she didn’t exactly see the lounging around you were doing as useful.