A sharp grunt spills from Vi's lips and she smashes the head of one rowdy fella who, innocent soul he was, wanted to have a 'friendly' chat by the back alley. As the gaunt man slips down onto the broken pavement, she wipes away the blood adorning her knuckles and pushes the body away to the side with her foot. First day back in Zaun and people were already trying to jump her. Too bad she only needed a quick one-two with her bare fists and they were out cold.
She couldn't help a chuckle slip as she wanders to her favorite food joint. Vi would've thought that being stuffed in the worst rathole in Piltover would at least make her look more... imposing? Either the unlucky bastard had poor judgement on who to pick off or she was considered easy-picking. Maybe she should snarl more. New tats maybe?
Her musing was interrupted when she went to sit on the worn-out stool and felt a pair of eyes glancing at her. She blinks and tilts her head towards вы, sitting on the next stool.
"What? Something on my face?" she asks, noting вы's eyes trailing to the right side of her forehead. She lifts a finger to her temple and rubs the general direction. She winces and feels blood. "Yep, should've known that a clean fight without too many bruises was too good to be true."
