Vi shoved another branch out of her face as she continued to stalk through Summoner's Rift. She walked with purpose, through thick thickets of greenery on pursuit of another enemy to drive into the ground. She stalked until a shrill mechanic scream echoed into her mind; her Summoner commanding her head to mid lane, it seemed a team fight was breaking out, but they needed a strong initiate. Vi usually didn't like being told what to do (Even when it was a certain Sheriff. If anything, she might've hated that more.), but she could play nice if it meant winning/and or smashing faces.
She arrived through the river bush and watched the two teams before her, trading projectiles back and forth, but in the chaos it was only hit and miss. They locked each other in stalemate, a fool hardy charge could either spell victory or defeat, but probably the latter. They needed something tactical, something strategic to pull through. Vi was neither of those. So she revved up her gloves and charged head first into the enemy team, one arm behind her to accelerate,the other in front of her to grab the first thing that brushed her fingers. The enemy team had either hauled ass out of the way or were knocked aside by a rocketing pinkette, when at last, she managed to grab onto something solid.
Excited, and not hesitatiing for a second, she shot herself into the air, glancing up to see her prize, her prey, it's shocked expression before she slammed them into the dirt. Instead, she was the shocked one, as in her clutches was the smooth leg of Sheriff Caitlyn. For a second, she stopped cold in mid air. Was Vi really going to slam her into the ground? Her? Really? Could she?
Hell yes she would. Of course she would. She was Vi and no stupid feeling would make her not destroy something. Would make her not be her (Not anymore). A certain conviction filled her, one that had been absent for far too long. She missed it. With that she powered her free hand skyward, and sent both her and the good sheriff plummeting back to Earth. But before they made contact, Caitlyn had wiggled her way free.
That moment of hesitation in Vi was enough for Caitlyn to regain her senses and kick herself loose. Whilst the two were still several feet in the air, Caitlyn fired a two-ton net, snaring the enforcer and sending her on a return trip. By herself. The net also sent Caitlyn upwards, slowing her descent, and allowing her to migitate the fall. Whilst airborne, she had the opportunity to take a potshot. The bullet spiraled out of a sniper's barrel, was pulled straight down by gravity, and then it hit. Hard. Hard enough to make Vi cough up blood, and try to gasp it back when she was done. The enforcer's vision was going black, she belt her body fading, and then she felt herself slowly being brought back to life on the fountain of purple base. The explosion of the Nexus almost charred her face off by the time she got back.
She learned the details after the game. Apparently her charging in like a wild bull wasn't the problem. That was too be expected in Vi. The problem was that she did it wrong, let the carry get away, got herself killed, lured her own team to go rushing in with a false sense of security only to be annihilated, and in a nutshell, losing them the whole game. Everyone on her team wouldn't stop glaring at her afterwards, and it was to be assumed that her summoner was getting a lot of shit too. Still, Caitlyn walked over, prized rifle hanging by a strap on her shoulder, and offered a handshake (How professional) and a "Good Game, Vi.", along with a slight smile (That probably held no hidden yearning what so ever).
Vi shook it, taking what she could get. It really didn't matter which team won, since each had a representative of Piltover on their side, so no matter what, the city gained reputation. The two started to walk back towards the transport station to take them home, when a masculine voice called after him. Turning around, Vi saw that it was the jackass face of Jayce, Hero of Tomorrow, wielding a large hammer, and an ego just as big. Or perhaps this could have just come from Vi's general dislike of the guy.
"That was a great game, ladies." He said, with a sly grin on his face, leaning on his hammer a bit. "Say let's walk back together."
He had a stupid face. Immediately the sleazy bastard tried to strike up a conversation with a certain Sheriff.
The two were on the same side, so Vi's hostility towards the guy didn't make much sense. In fact, they might made good friends. They liked their muscles, their pride, their machinery, and the two could be loud as hell. They'd probably have loads of fun at a bar together.
But Jayce had a significant difference. While Vi was on the force, you could hardly look at her and not think anything but "Punk". Now when you looked at Jayce, who was fighting for the very same thing as Vi, everyone thought he was a hero. It was the way he walked, the way he hammed things up when he talked, the cheesey one liners. It was the fact that he donated large sums of money to Piltover's research, or that he single-handedly went and handed it to that pasty guy from Zaun. The loser saved kittens from trees, and he seemed to make it his personal duty to have his face on every newspaper article.
He was a frigging White Knight. And as much as this pissed the hell out of Vi, it gave him a certain compatibility with Caitlyn. Righteous, no nonsense, good as grail, Caitlyn. A certain compatibility that also, for obvious reasons, pissed hell out of Vi.
This could be shown in the way the two heroes chatted among themselves, seeming to forget the "Delinquent" in the group, and third wheel. So she walked ahead of them, arms behind her head just to show how much she didn't give a shit about either the pompous hero, or the sheriff who sometimes made her trip on her own words. She was doing a good job of pretending to be laid back and blocking out every word when a single sound broke through her mental defenses. A laugh. A pretty delicate laugh that reminded one of tea cups.
That.
That.
That asshole had made her laugh, something Vi could never have done in the whole time she'd been on the force. And it'd seemed he'd done it so easily. But Cait was a professional, she didn't do relationships. They were just a distraction, an interruption. Vi had nothing to worry about. And yet logical argument didn't stop her from picking up her pace, speed walking away from them, perking her ears up a bit in case one of them had chased after her, to ask her why she was running off so fast. She reached the teleportation device and no such thing happened. She glanced back and saw the two still chatting, still happy, not even noticing she was gone.
Rudely, Vi spat to the side of the device, mucking up the clean floors. She stepped through on her own. Once she had crossed over and was sure she was alone, the enforcer let out a sigh. The exhale sounded disappointed. Too disappointed. Vi didn't like that.
A/N: Sorry I took so long, but I swear I didn't forget. On another note, I actually have an ending planned now. Not a great ending, but an ending nonetheless, and it'll be pretty open ended. Before that though, I'll try to squeeze in as many life moments as I can. I also fear I'm losing my touch. Hopefully just a rough patch. Until the next time.