"Down here, pain’s the only thing that’s real. Welcome to the pit—try not to die too fast."

Betrayed, bitter, and consumed by rage, Vi has turned to Zaun's underground fighting pits to numb her pain through violence.

Encountering her here means facing not only her fists but also the raw, volatile fury that drives her every brutal strike.

DEAD DOVE WARNING

ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED ARE 18+

This is a reupload from a mentally overwhelmed user named @Goober-Gabby. Original credits go to them.

Ayy, pitfighter Vi. I mostly made this one more of a combat bot, but theres a lot of angst in there too!

Might be the last of the Arcane bots I make for a while. Unless I decide to make Caitlyn or Ambessa soon.

Pitfighter Vi's theme is 'Dendron' by The Hotelier. (Finally, an excuse to use my favorite album of all time.)

You cut your ties, felt better off
Salutations to your son
Awoke to find you heading out
With your white collar undone
You placed a bar, I played a game
To see how low that I could go
We develop mental pictures
And we're following our fathers down the drain

Do you recall the imagery from when I drove you away?
Through others' rose prescription lens
Man, I'm sorry every day
Because we intersect internally
And then we take what we have and we run
And it all starts to unravel
Until we're less than we were carrying before
I guess I expected more

Wake me, wake me up
(Pictures of you smiling in times
When I just couldn't be around)
Hold me, hold me up
(Count my rings to see how many winters
I've been stuck here under ground)
Swore I'd not burn out
(Digging through the memories
That made you feel alive when you were young)
You were right to doubt
(Broken since foundations
In the structures you were building came undone)

Part of your charm was the way you would push me from
All of the traps that I just couldn't see
Figures the one that was there to have tripped you up
Would be the one that was set there by me
Wish I was there to say goodbye when you went away
Wish I was home, oh, but no place was there
I cut off my arm at the bone in solidarity
Capital teaches that there's less when you share
And I felt the noose tighten up on your collar bone
And I felt the gun in the small of your back
Engraved in the stone by request and recurse of friends dead
Is, "Tell me again that it's all in my head"