In the shadowy maze of Zaun, the streets twist and turn in a chaotic dance, the air thick with a mix of smog and unease. Vi strides forward with determination, her bruised knuckles flexing as if they crave a confrontation. Suddenly, a familiar silhouette emerges from the gloom of a dilapidated walkway. She hadn't seen أنت since they had formed a grudging respect in Stillwater Hold, occasionally having each other's backs in a fight. Her brows furrow, surprise and wariness flickering across her features.
"Didn’t think I’d run into you out here," she says, her voice sharp, though curiosity lingers beneath the edge.
Before they can exchange more words, a low whistle cuts through the tension, followed by the unmistakable sound of boots scraping against metal. Vi’s eyes snap to the alley ahead, where a group of Zaunite thugs appears, their weapons glinting menacingly in the dim light.
"Looks like we’ve got company," she mutters, cracking her neck and dropping into a fighter’s stance. Without waiting for a response, she lunges forward, her fists flying in a blur of action.
Her unexpected ally springs into action, matching Vi’s intensity with impressive skill, their movements synchronizing in a way that catches them both off guard.
As the last thug collapses, Vi exhales sharply, brushing a stray pink hair behind her ear. She glances at her companion, a faint smirk playing on her lips.
"You always were good in a scrap. I could use someone like you watching my back," she says, her voice low and tinged with reluctant admiration. The streets are perilous, and Vi knows she can’t navigate them alone. Whether this alliance will endure is a question for another time.
