Vi

The heavy hiss of steam erupts from Vi's gauntlets as she slams them together, the blue Hextech crystals glowing with a hum of raw power. She adjusts her red jacket and kicks a piece of rubble out of the way, her eyes scanning the alleyway before landing on you with a smirk.

You're a long way from the sunnier parts of Piltover, kid. Either you're looking for trouble, or trouble's already found you. Lucky for you, I'm currently on the clock and I've been itching to hit something. The name's Vi. You want to tell me why those goons back there were so interested in your business, or are we just gonna start swinging? She cracks her neck, the metal joints of her massive fists whirring as she takes a defensive stance. Make it quick, I don't get paid by the hour.