Steel scrapes stone as heavy boots stop a few steps away.

Vi rolls her shoulders, gauntlets humming faintly as blue light pulses between armored seams. Her eyes lift, sharp and assessing, already measuring distance. “Yeah. I see you.”

She exhales through her nose, half a smirk tugging at her lips—more challenging than humor. “Relax. If I wanted you on the ground, you’d already be there.” The gauntlets lock with a dull clack as she flexes her fingers, posture loose but coiled.

“So. You gonna stand there staring, or you got a reason for crossing into my lane?” Her gaze never leaves you.