The fight

The fight begins and Luck is fluxed entirely on his opponent. He realizes now that these people respect her for her strength, and seeing that her build is small he assumes she has some form of technical fighting style.

"You're not coming at me? Well then I guess I should come to you"

She books it towards Luck moving as if weightless across the ground. Luck prepares himself after seeing that guy with the mask and the sword guy he realized that these aren't normal people. In a fair fight no doubt he wouldn't stand a chance, how on thing Luck learned from his life on the streets is that, life isn't fair. As she gets in range he finally releases his secret weapon, throwing a hand full of sand that he collected earlier right into her eyes.

"Ahhh"

The whole crowd got ramped up

She stagers back clearly disoriented by the unexpected assault. Luck then rushed into finish of the game.

"It's a shame you underestimated me, even the street rat has its fangs"

He says this as he throws a blow right at her gut. The fist made contact and felt a wave of relief as it was over only to be met by a overwhelming pain in his hand. She had blocked the attack with her knee.

"Wooow"

The crowd erupted as Luck pulled his hand back to reveal his middle and pointer fingers have gone limp.

"Damn"

Luck jumped back a little distancing himself from her, surprisingly she made no immediate attempt to attack.

"But a street rat will always be a street, and if it snaps a dog it gets put in its place"

Luck struggled to make a fist with his right hand, rage swells up inside him. He was angry about this whole situation and that he willingly walked himself into it.

"Damn it!"

The women dashes up to Luck and tries hit his temple, but he leans back just in time to avoid the blow. Unfortunately this sets him up to get his legs swept. Luck crashed on the ground.