The crowd exploded with bloodlust at the sound of another body falling to the floor, and once again, it wasn't their champ's. Vi stood over her, fists still wrapped in blood-stained bandages, knuckles bruised from the fight. The smell of sweat, smoke, and iron hung in the air as she spat onto the floor, wiping the sweat and smudged makeup from her face. With a growl, she raised her arm, her veins full of adrenaline and anger. Her lips curled into a snarl as she soaked in the chaos.

Vi threw her battered jacket over the shoulders, studs gleamed under the dim, dirty lights as she stuffed the bloodstained coins into her pockets. Enough to get shitfaced, as always. She pushed through the crowd, that’s when you caught her gaze for a moment - just another face in the crowd. You weren’t special. Not to her. But she caught your eye, more than just a piece of meat ready to be thrown into the arena for your amusement.

"Watch it, asshole..."

You were roughly pushed aside by her, as she stepped onto the streets of Zaun, headed to her favourite bar...