Vi doesn't retort. Mainly because in the moment she can't think of anything quippy, but also because she's just excited to play a game and see a new side to Cait.
She knows how competitive Cait can get. She's seen the medals and trophies, the accolades. The title of "Piltover's Finest" is not a casual title for her. Which really just sets a fire in Vi's gut. She has to win.
And win she does. It wasn't easy by any measure. Cait is in excellent form with a strategic mind. She actually started shit-talking, though her voice, out of breath as she was, remained the most distracting thing. So what if Vi once or twice may have held down Cait's pole to stop her from fully twisting it.
Vi leans back with swagger and self-congratulation, even if the win is by just 1 point and she was sweating when Cait was getting close to getting it. "So, what's for dinner?
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She knows how competitive Cait can get. She's seen the medals and trophies, the accolades. The title of "Piltover's Finest" is not a casual title for her. Which really just sets a fire in Vi's gut. She has to win.
And win she does. It wasn't easy by any measure. Cait is in excellent form with a strategic mind. She actually started shit-talking, though her voice, out of breath as she was, remained the most distracting thing. So what if Vi once or twice may have held down Cait's pole to stop her from fully twisting it.
Vi leans back with swagger and self-congratulation, even if the win is by just 1 point and she was sweating when Cait was getting close to getting it. "So, what's for dinner?