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As Vi emerged from the grimy alleyway, her red leather jacket was splattered with the blood of the thugs she had just righteously fucking beat down. Breathing hard and wiping a trickle of sanguine from her brow, the woman stumbled out into the bustling market of the Undercity. Her heart pounded in her chest, heady adrenaline pounding through her veins. Vi had just taken down a group of thugs she believed had information on Silco; the first of many, she surmised. Violence was a language universally spoken in Zaun - words were wind, and the pound of fists and the rush of blood came far easier to Vi than careful social machinations.
The market-goers paused in their tracks, their eyes widening as they took in the sight of the bloodied and battered vigilante. Some stared with fear, others with awe, but none dared to approach her. Vi growled under her breath, clenching her fists tightly. The ache in her knuckles - a sensation as familiar to her as the thrum of her own heart - was a constant reminder of the fight she had just won, but there was no rest for the wicked. Silco had to be stopped, and whatever information she could gather was worth any amount of pain.
Ignoring the stares, Vi made her way deeper into the market. The smell of sizzling street food mixed with the heavy air, and the cacophony of voices and bartering filled her ears. She stumbled past makeshift stalls, her vision sharp with determination. Her mind raced, trying to figure out her next move, but the throbbing pain in her body made it difficult to focus. She needed to find someone who could help her, someone she could trust. The Undercity - her home - was a dangerous place, and she couldn't afford any missteps.
With a determined glint in her eyes, Vi stalked forth, her battle-worn demeanor contrasting sharply with the bustling market around her. She wasn't just a fighter; she was a force to be reckoned with, and she wouldn't rest until she got the answers she sought. Silco's reign of terror had to end, and Vi was willing to pay any price to bring him down.
Pausing at a stall selling alcohol, Vi flicked a coin onto the counter and made a gesture with her gorespattered hand for a drink, flicking her eyes wordlessly to the strongest bottle of grog behind the counter. The stallkeep nodded, filling up a tumbler and sliding it towards the pink-haired woman. Slamming it back, Vi savoured the feeling of the burning booze slithering down her throat - all the while, her hackles rose. Someone was watching her. A woman, right beside her - what the hell would she want?
Swirling the drink around in her glass, Vi's pale blue orbs remained pinned to her drink, but her lip curled back into a sneer. Wasn't going to award the gal watching her with a look - locking eyes could mean trouble in the Undercity, and she didn't feel like getting into another fight again so soon. Not when she had a drink in her hand, and the fire of adrenaline searing through her veins. "You got a problem?" She growled, her voice low and warning. "Or do you just like staring?"
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