Down 'n Dirty [Cereza]

"“My! What big eyes you have, Grandma!” she said in surprise. “All the better to see you with, my dear!” replied the wolf. "

"Uh oh."

"“My! What big ears you have, Grandma!” said Little Red Riding Hood. “All the better to hear you with, my dear!” said the wolf."

"He's scawry."

" 'What big teeth you have, Grandma!” said Little Red Riding Hood. “All the better to eat you with!” RAWR! "

"Eeee! Aaah!"

"RAWR! Come here I'ma gobble you all up!"

"Eeeee! Nuu auntie no gobble me up! Hehe Auntie!"

"Rawr..Nom nom your cheeks are so plump and juicy nom nom.."

--- Amara squirmed and giggled in Auntie Cer's arms as she tickled the three year tike and nommed on her little cheeks. Amara's laughter was always so welcoming to a shitty day. She was a hard one to resist. One really had to be soulless, have a heart made of the most unbreakable stone to not have love for this little girl. Amara was precious to Cereza in a world where it seemed like nothing was that dear to her heart. Yes she had a strong attachment with her hat but that wasn't nearly the same as the attachment to her niece. Amara was what Cereza had left of her older brother who was still in a comatose state for the past two years. She would do anything for that little girl. Protect her with her life. Take a life if it ensured her safety. The lengths Cereza would go for Amara was essentially boundless. These moments with Amara were private moments rarely seen by anyone outside of maybe two or three people. Cereza's intent for the night was originally to spend it with her little princess who she was already tuckering out but her phone sounded off and drew her attention. There was no assigned text tone she it must've been someone she recently had given her number to but had not received said number back till now. Still laughing but stopping to let Amara catch her breath, Cereza looked at the phone finding herself smirking at the realization of who it was.

~Is that so? Hell's Kitchen huh? Why not I have some shit I wanted to check out around the place anyways.~

-Sounds enticing..
Be there in half an hour -

--- Cereza shot a text back deleting the portion that usually sent her name with it. To be honest the girl rubbed her the wrong way for a brief moment in their first encounter. Particular words that jolted something in her. Not Sarah's fault. She wouldn't know she was just being her. But still it was a sour taste. But all the same Cereza gave the girl's spunk credit. For that reason she would take the girls offer and it was Cereza how could she turned down a challenge? Cereza scooped up Amara and placed her in bed watching the little girl's eyes getting heavy. She smiled and kissed her on the top of her head telling her to be good and wishing her a good night. She got dressed in comfortable sweats and a tank, throwing on her white leather jacket over it. Grabbing her keys she exited the house informing her uncle first and hopped on her white Ducati Streetfighter 848. The bike was the fastest way to get there anyways and she would arrive actually a few minutes earlier than she originally said do to her weaving in and out of city traffic. Cereza rolled up seeing Sarah standing outside, she parked near the curb turning her engine off and pushing the stand down. She would remove her shades, sliding them on top of her head. Her hair in a bun to stay out of her face. She glanced at Sarah and just leaned forward on her back with her body half turned towards the red head. Smirking through her speech.

"I hope you didn't impair yourself before texting me. You're supposed to be at your best now."

[Ooc: My deepest apologies. There's been a lot going on but I should be much more actively posting and keeping a rhythm.]

"If you say so. Some wills break eventually."

--- Always the one for choice words Cereza was. Sometimes it was snippy. Sometimes completely sarcastic. But most of the time somewhat ominous. Then again there were often times her choice words could be considered subtle digs towards the party before her. Did she care? Not one bit. Did she often provoke? Yes. Yes she did. Provocation was in her repertoire of most often used devices. True to her nature of not revealing her thoughts or feelings internally her eyes watched Sarah with the strongest of caution. The semi advances and wording the girl had used upon their first meeting never settled well upon Cereza. It was a brief reminder of Maverick, the venom in the words and tone well at least in his voice it would read like that. While Sarah commented on her bike and approached with a wink Cereza straightened herself up a bit watching the red head. Again she didn't like the tone or the possible innuendo that felt a tucked away in the passing sentence.

--- What Sarah worried about was petty and trivial to Cereza. She didn't care for the attention. Whether they got it or not. The girl had called her out here and yet asked her for where they should duke it out? Cereza would've preferred to come to a more already prepared situation but fine. She knew a place not too far by and fitting to something Sarah had said in their first encounter. This place she had lurked about many a time so she knew it well, right down to a detailing point. It was almost like a home court advantage but she didn't care cause she was highly adaptable anyways. That and she wouldn't underestimate this red head especially because she clearly had spunk. 

"Something wrong with your legs?"

--- Sarcastically she quipped as she dismounted from her bike tugging at the bottom of her jacket to adjust it. Without a simple glance she started to walk in the direction to their playground seemingly it almost seemed dismissive like, but she spoke without making a turn.

"I believe you said something about 'before god' you'll fuck me up someday."

--- She would say no more after that unless Sarah said something to her and even then so it was a 50/50 chance she'd actually entertain with an answer. She'd lead them roughly three blocks and around a corner to what looked like an abandon church. Inside it was rundown clearly. Only a few rows of seats remaining to the left closer to where the alter would've been. A mass of dirt, dust and gravel littered areas of the floor. Pieces of wood, a few pipes left behind. Broken shards of stained glass gathered more towards the sides of the walls. The lighting was poor in those areas considering the time of day. Moonlight coupled with some street lights shinned in enough to provide enough that they weren't in hindering darkness. Cereza remained silent as she walked in stopping in the middle with the seats towards her left until she turned around which switched it to now them being towards her right. She waved a hand like showing the place off. A silent gesture of 'is this suffice?'

[Ooc: Locked in... Str: 24  Con: 25  Dex: 24 Wis: 23  Int: 16... Will try to keep up better here. Sorry again I really thought I posted seems it never went through T_T]

--- Cereza choose to not grace Sarah with a response to her comment. Clearly the girl had forgotten that she did invite him the moment she made that declaration. Cereza was a girl who took people's words at more than face value at times. Sarah said 'before god' so since the opportunity presented itself why not make their second encounter in an abandon church. Being ever the opportunist how could she let a chance like that slip on by. But if symbolism was ever present was this really 'before god'? This church was clearly long forgotten was 'the man upstairs' even present in this place or was it 'the man downstairs' that now inhabited it? It didn't really matter as it held no bearing on what was to come. Cereza wasn't a church goer anyways.

--- The real question was how did she feel about this Sarah chick? The day they met Cereza wasn't exactly in the best of moods and showed off what seemed to be an air of arrogance. Though it was always something that naturally seemed to emulate from her. But that day she seemed to be living that arrogance. Yet confidence can usually be confused for arrogance often enough. She never underestimated or overestimated anyone despite it appearing otherwise. That was the beauty of Cereza. She didn't give anything away unless she choose to. She wasn't a person someone could just quickly get a good beat or read on. Her thoughts about Sarah weren't the clearest yet. Cereza gave respect when respect was due. She acknowledged a person if they earned that. Though there was a certainty enough that a small part of her wasn't fond of the girl completely. That one line she spoke that day sat with Cereza rubbing her horribly wrong but the thing was it was because of how it reminded her of the past. Had she been one to easily let her temper go that day would've been very different. She also currently interrupted her little story time with her niece though honestly Cereza could've said no. Well she 'could've' but she wasn't one to turn down a challenge.

--- When Cereza turned to situate herself and gesture to the room, the process she had removed her jacket however had not tossed it to the side. Though she had trained to be able to effectively fight with different jacket's on thanks to Orion, leather jackets still gave a little more restraint that she preferred not to have. She wanted the full use of her arms with the least amount of resistance. Taking a stance where her right leg was the lead and her left was hanging not far back she awaited for Sarah to attack cause she knew the girl would. Something Cereza had determined from their first encounter was that the girl was impulsive and eager. Sure enough came a haymaker. Haymaker's were usually wild punches to some extent. They were wide strikes that left openings for those that were keen on spotting it let alone not fearful of such attacks and inherently not exactly the fastest due to the power that was behind then; as well as where they started from.

--- Cereza had options. Haymaker's always brought the body a hint forward just by the momentum of the swing and the need to kick in the power. She could move in to quickly intercept and counter but she made her choice of a different option from the moment the swing started. Immediately without hesitation Cereza's left leg shot out like a front kick aimed low directly at Sarah's knee striking with the heel to counter. Counter's were the worse blows to take. This would also have her upper body sway back just slightly to get the power in. Considering the concept of the haymaker would bring one forward it would initially be the side of the knee that would end up getting struck. This tactic was a common use to quickly stop the motion and cause damage to the leg. This kick she performed was akin to the chasse bas which was a powerful attack in Savate. Something she picked up from Harley who used it on her so she knew very well how much it could hurt and damage if enough power was put into it considering it shoots out like a piston. It's possible to strike with about 700 pounds of force that could permanently damage the knee. But Cereza made a choice not wanting to end the bout so quickly just yet. Still she would strike with enough force that the girl might be limping with that leg causing pain she would have to grit and bare to continue; had it landed. Her leg would retract quickly and she would take up her stance again that jacket still in her left a little low to the chest with her right slightly open palmed a little up by her face. If it did Cereza's eyes would give away what she would allow which was a simple look of 'I could've done worse'. Had it been unsuccessful which she couldn't see how it wouldn't she'd just have to deal with what was to come next.