Fisticuffs Tourism [Closed]

Zuqetta would float down gracefully with the fox spazzing in her arms while the crowds cheered; her drones dematerializing with the battle having been concluded. Her golden hair flowed softly as she lowered, her feet touching the ground; her gaze upon the fox a complicated one, her eyes narrowed slightly, her expression someone pained. To her, the fox looked like an addict suffering withdrawals, something she was familiar with and something she abhorred. She couldn't know all the details however, and so made no assumptions; she couldn't tell if the fox could even hear and comprehend her in the state he was in, but she would speak regardless.

"Your goal was noble, but look at you now? That wasn't even the extent of my power, but you're already at deaths door." she'd remark, a subtle glitter of light magic exiting her form and making towards the vacant space of the ceiling to begin restoring it, "Worse yet, I'm not even the strongest there is... there are many stronger than me, and that terrifies me. I'm one of the few things standing in the way of threats towards my people, and once I'm gone, I don't know if they'll be able to defend themselves." she'd say, gritting her teeth as her expression pained further; she'd give a sigh, walking towards the exit as her super saiyan form dropped.

"I wish you could understand that no matter how strong you become, there will ALWAYS be someone stronger, somewhere out there. Rather than be out here fighting to earn extra money for your mother, you should be spending as much time as possible with her for whatever time might remain for her." Zuqetta would explain, exiting the room in the back and passing a silent Kinoko as she exited the Brawl Hole entirely, "You're right, my friend doesn't have a mother on her death bed... he doesn't have a mother at all, neither do I." she'd sound sorrowful, but only for a moment, "Can't say I know how I'd feel in your position, maybe I'd make just as stupid a decision as you, I just don't know."

Exiting the Brawl Hole, Zuqetta was immediately surrounded by her people singing her praises for her impressive victory. Today she hadn't let them down as their Queen, but inside, Zuqetta had let herself down. "I'm takin' this one ta get medical care, he fought hard!" She'd exclaim to the crowd, unsurprisingly receiving more cheers that accounted for both her aggressiveness and mercy. Zuqetta would take off into the sky immediately with nary another word given to the crowds, her eyes occasionally glancing down towards the fox.

"Your money will be returned, and you'll get treatment, all on the house. I hope those scars will remain as a constant reminder of the angers in the universe though..." Zuqetta nearly choked on her own words, realizing how callous she was being with the statement, "The idea of going on a trip with your mother, I think she'd like that... the money you attempted to gamble away will be doubled, consider it your prize for a battle well fought." she'd say through a neutral gaze that stared ahead, "Though... I think, if you were to finish school as quickly as you could, your mom would be even happier to see to living a happy and successful life. Far happier than any trip would make her, and happier than seeing your squishy face all scarred up."

Zuqetta would give a heavy sigh, rising higher into the air as the castle came into sight. She felt confused and pained, was this the best course of action? Would the Fox understand what occurred? Would he learn from it the right way, or just make even worse choices to attempt to cover for his weaknesses? She couldn't know, but she knew that her actions today may have very well altered this unfortunate fox's life completely. He didn't deserve this, but it was entirely Zuqetta's fault; the Way of Patience helped her in combat, but she'd failed to implement it outside of combat, and there were now consequences for that.

Zuqetta looked into the sky with a melancholy expression, her pace as she flew slowing. "Xiao, am I doing the right thing?" she'd whisper, struggling to say the words as a forced smile came to her face, "I'll follow whatever you decide Zuq-Zuq-" she'd imitate quietly, quivering a bit in her words before she'd bite her lip and force a long heavy sigh; closing her eyes tight, the faintest of a few tears rolling off her cheeks and into the air.

With a deep breath, she'd open her eyes again with a steeled, strong expression, increasing her pace towards the hospital with renewed vigor, "C'mon, lets getcha fixed up little fox!"

This day would come to an end with the Yakito having doubled his earnings; he'd receive care for his injuries, but only enough to survive well enough. Scars may have remained, but further healing would have to be achieved through his own effort...