Fight Night [Open to 2]

Celri flashed a smile as the woman accepted his challenge. It was halfway a genuine smile at the fact that step one of his plan had been completed successfully, and halfway a ploy to maintain his part as 'bright-eyed child eager for a fight'. In truth, he knew he'd have no shot at besting the woman. For the sake of his plan, though, he'd have to pretend that he did.

Just as Celri began to get into a fighting stance, a rather...strong man emerged from the crowd. Celri's smile faded as he was pushed to the side and indirectly insulted. "Pipsqueak?" He repeated, offendedly. He took a gander at the man. So that's where the other massive power level Celri sensed was coming from, huh? As Celri opened his mouth to sling an insult right back at the buffoon, he remembered the reason he'd even stepped into the ring, and shut his mouth swiftly. 

Celri thought to himself for a moment. Okay...so this one-on-one with no way of actual victory had now turned into a three person free-for-all. That wasn't apart of his plan but...it might have been even better for him that way. He could pivot from that. All he had to do was let the two wear themselves out, and then he could make a play for the winnings. It was fullproof. Celri wasn't even really a factor in the fight as far as he was concerned, so there was logically no reason for either of the other two fighters to even-

The boy's thoughts were quickly interrupted as the woman's tail whipped right at his abdomen. Celri barely had enough time to clumsily throw up a guard with his arms, which was easily broken, and sent him flying back a bit, causing him to make an Oof noise, as he caught his balance with a back handspring. This woman was even more powerful than Celri thought.

After catching his breath for a moment, Celri decided it was time to retort with his own attack. He had to at least act like he thought he had a chance here if he wanted his plan to continue. He jumped towards the woman, aiming a kick straight for the side of her head.

The fight was on, though the start... wasn't exactly what she had expected. Her feint against the larger man had seemed successful, with her low sweep knocking him off his feet well enough while her tail land firmly against the boy, sending him back. With a quick twist of her wrist, Zuqetta would jump back to her feet before pushing away for distance. To her surprise, the boy caught himself rather well, and was already leaping in for an attack. Zuqetta grinned, lifting her fists as she prepared to block the hit. "Hey, not too bad kid-!" She'd call out, only for the larger man to trip and fumble into the strike himself. Initially surprised, Zuqetta watched and listened to the man scoot off, grumbling about his leg. She'd give a shrug, before turning her attention back to the boy exclusively for now.

"Lets let the old guy rest up!" She'd say, kicking off from the ground and rushing towards the boy in a flash, "This one'll hit a little harder!" she'd warn, reeling back her right arm in an obvious motion, before throwing in forward in an attempt to uppercut the boy in the abdomen once more. "Zuq Uppercut!" She'd yell, intending to play her hand out in the open to help the boy. He had more than enough pep in his step as far as Zuqetta could tell, though she couldn't be sure of how well versed in combat he was. Depending on how well he did, she was prepared to up the ante with him a bit more for some sudden mock training.

It seemed the boy didn't actually have as much in him as Zuqetta had expected, and was quickly knocked away by her first semi-serious strike. While surprising, it had come just on time for the taller man, who seemed to have gotten his leg situation settled and was ready to get back into the fight.

"Saiyan girl?" Zuqetta would question, raising a brow, "Odd choice for smack talk, we're all Saiyan's here." She'd laugh, with her fellow kin that made up the spectators needlessly cheering at the remark, "Whatever, let's go old man!" she'd challenge, adopting something of a boxers fighting stance.

With the boy out of commission for the moment, the large man made to strike, plunging head first as any of their hot blooded kinsmen might have done. Despite his size, he was surprising spry as well as nimble; his motions had purpose behind them, and yet somehow... was this man leaving himself wide open? Zuqetta didn't consider herself too great a fighter, what she "knew" was merely what she remembered seeing; monkey see and all that. She did however, believe she had an above average instinct for these sorts of things.

As the man neared, Zuqetta would lunge forward for a left jab, only to miss by a mile as the man's knee came directly into her abdomen. She'd take the full brunt of the blow, as if caught by surprise; her body fell forward from the impact, yet just as the man's club strike would come down upon the back of her head, her tail would suddenly be in the way as if by happenstance, absorbing the majority of the final impact, yet making it seem like she'd taken it completely. As she fell to the ground, she'd suddenly throw her hands out before her, catching herself from impacting the ground before giving a powerful twist of her body.

Her legs would fling out as she performed a spinning split kick, her intention to strike the man in the abdomen with her heel, before using a second impact from her spin to bounce away. Whether she succeeded or not, her tail acted a a favorable counter weight that would slam against the ground to perform much the same action, allowing her to flip back to her feet as she took an offensive stance once more.

"Woah, pretty tricky old man." Zuqetta would remark, pretending to rub the back of her head, "But are you teasin' me or somethin'? Lookin' down on me because I'm young, or a girl maybe?" she'd ask in a more annoyed tone, "That's some pretty honest fightin', almost like you were tellin' me exactly what ya'd do next." she'd say with a slightly mocking tone as she gave the back of her neck a firm slap, "Good thing we got the kid outta this, dunno if he'd last against a real Saiyan such as yourself."

Her strike had landed true enough, and by the mans reactions had done a fair bit more than simply knock the wind out of him. She snickered a bit at his previous remark, but couldn't see anything wrong with it, after all she was indeed both a Saiyan and a girl, but something about the way this guy said it felt alien. She didn't care to dwell on such things however, not like there was time too anyways considering they were still in a fight. Though, the next thing the guy decided to say did seem to catch her off guard just a bit.

His mocking of whether or not she was a Saiyan didn't really bother her, but the irony in the fact that he'd decided to bring up her height stung a bit. Her rather diminutive disposition and soft build was the driving factor to what made her disguise herself in the past with magic. Now, when she'd finally gotten the confidence to be herself in public, this guy was about to trample that?

"Hell no." She'd say plainly, talking hold of the guy from under his arms as he grabbed her shoulders.

Rather than be pushed back, Sen would find himself seemingly pushing Zuqetta downward; she'd allow herself to fall backwards the moment the man had grabbed hold of her, using his body weight to her advantage as she attempted to drive a series of rather angry kicks into the guys abdomen, hopefully sending him flying back towards the wooden post should her multiple kicks have landed.

Leaping up to her feet, Zuqetta would quickly retake an offensive stance as she pulled back to gain some distance from her opponent. Her strikes had served well in pissing the guy off, but that could have easily just been the post he'd smacked his face into. She was surprised to see how fragile the guy was and how easily he bled, grimacing for a moment as he seemed to stagger to his feet. She thought of offering the guy a word of concern, however as he began to express his interest in "killing", her sympathy was quick to fade.

"Hey now, no need ta get so serious." She'd remark, limbering up at she prepared for the man to attack, "It's just a street brawl for a small pot of credits. If ya can't take it, you're free ta withdraw-"

She eyes narrowed mid-sentence as she saw the man shuffling through his jacket. Was he procuring a weapon? No, he seemed to gather a handful of... zeni? But why? As much as it confused her, Zuqetta didn't care to make a fuss about it. Sen had once again rushed in, winding up for another telegraphed strike. Rather than dodge, Zuqetta decided to simply lift her arms to blocked the strike, a bit of a rookie mistake as the impact struck a lot harder than it seemed. She'd be pushed back, both by the strike and her own movement upon taking notice of the added strength. Her arms had hit against her nose, but she hadn't suffered nearly as badly as Sen seemed to have.

Without a moment's hesitation, she'd rush towards Sen after his attack, dropping low in an attempt to give an abdomen strike before proving it to be another feint as she quickly leapt up, flipping to deliver an overhead kick upon Sen.