#c || vander

[pltfighter]

"I don't need a weapon. I am one." (vander)

meme: || AND WEAPONS DON'T WEEP: STARTERS | accepting [🤛]

|| @stolenfates | vander

It would take some time to get used to that voice coming out of the beast that her father had become. But she was determined to save him, she had to. Vi only had so little family left and she was clinging to them like there was no tomorrow. Because maybe there wasn't. She'd been living the last six months as if tomorrow wasn't coming, more so than she usually did. Black hair swung in front of her face as she shook her head in disagreement.

"No."

It's all she can say at first. No. No. Because that's not what Vander taught her. Vi may have viewed herself as a weapon when a weapon was needed, but it wasn't what he taught her. He taught her to be a defender, just as he was a defender. Vander was not a weapon, and she wouldn't allow him to become one.

"That's not what you told me when I was younger," Her head shakes again, as if denying it enough would make her words ring true. "You're not a weapon, you're not a monster, you are Vander." A pause as she swallowed past the lump in her throat. "You're my dad."

[pltfighter]

"Come on, kiddo. Let's see what you've learned so far."

|| @zaunite-hound

Vi already has her hands wrapped, just like Vander showed her as a kid. Bandages weaved between the fingers to ensure a protective fit, keep her knuckles from getting too fucked up. Though it only mitigates the damage so much, Vi always hit like a brick and worried about the damage to her own hands later. Vander would be proud of how far she's come, at least she likes to think so. She still hasn't mentioned her time in the pit, there was a time and place for that.

Shoulders drop, chin is kept high, fists kept in front of her face to guard it. Ekko was wrong, she didn't block with her face, she knows what she's doing. She starts in regular stance, giving a nod to Vander. "I'm ready when you are."