Kit never got to finish. The pit gang rushed her with all of their might. Kit scoffed, held up her hand, and made a fist. Hold.
The squad wouldn't need to lift a finger today.
They were coming in from all sides but Kit was certain that once she engaged a few of them, she'd shock them enough to slow them down. Kitsuki rushed to the vanguard and threw a punch so powerful that if it weren't for Zizz, the man would have died on contact. The force generated a miniature sonic boom. Every window in a 50 meter radius instantly shattered and gale force winds erupted across the town square. Before the two closest to him had a chance to react, Kit grabbed them by their noggins and force their heads together. An elbow here, a karate chop there, and in mere seconds ten of them had fallen. The connections were light. By all the laws of physical contact it was a mere graze and yet she was felling them like children. The bravest and boldest of them ignored her squad and focused on her. They came from all directions wielding billy clubs, swords, and all manner of weaponry. The implements were pit-prohibited but given her immense strength they knew it was their only chance for survival. Kit broke all of them. Each and every one of them. The girl moved with such deftness and grace you'd think she had been born in the pits herself. Kitsuki felt the presence of something behind her. A large shadow loomed over her just as she was in the middle of re-arranging a pimp's jaw. Kit stepped to the side just in time to see an ivory mace land in the concrete in front of her. Kitsuki grabbed the man's arms and rooted herself.
She lifted him off the ground and swung him like a battering ram. Six people were caught in the arc and were laid out immediately. Kitsuki then spun in place, building up momentum like a discus thrower
before hurling the gargantuan militant into the sky. The brute was well-known in the pits for being an absolute unit and watching a 5"5 Princess toss him like trash was disheartening to even the most hardened of pit fighters. Lily would likely see the hulk sail through the air and smash into a wall before falling two stories to the ground. Again, had Kit not had the assistance of her Angel, the man would be nothing more than human rubble. A large sack of skin consisting of nothing but jellied organs. The brigands were backing up now and many were panicking. They had come ready for a fight but nothing like this. The other pits had been broken up but this was THE pit and every criminal had vowed to defend it to the last man. Yet they were being bested by a single girl.
Kitsuki continued her onslaught even as their charges grew less bold and enthusiastic. She didn't enjoy fighting but she was damn good at it and what a WASP girl was good at she perfected. There were now successive rings of battered men sprawled out in front of her. Kit was breathing heavily and she was soaked with sweat. She had cleared about half an entire town's worth of fighters. The remaining criminals were scared out of their wits now. One of them was shaking and pointing as a golden light erupted from Kit's hair, the light lifted in to the sky and dimmed revealing an Angel. Zizz zipped around the square surveying and relaying the damage to her host. ⵙoⵍⵉⴷ ⴰⵏⴷ ⵀoⵍⵍoⵡ oⵔⴳⴰⵏ ⵉⵏⵊⵓⵔⵉⴻⵙ. ⴻpⵉⴷⵓⵔⴰⵍ ⵀⴻⵎⴰⵜoⵎⴰⵙ. ⵠⴻⵔⵜⴻⴱⵔⴰⴻ ⴼⵔⴰⵛⵜⵓⵔⴻⵙ ⴰⵏⴷ poⵙⵜⴻⵔⵉoⵔ ⵔⵉⴱ ⴼⵔⴰⵛⵜⵓⵔⴻⵙ. ⵙⵛⴰⵍp ⵀⴻⵎⴰⵜoⵎⴰⵙ ⴰⵏⴷ ⵛoⵏⵛⵓⵙⵙⵉoⵏⵙ. ⵜⵀⵉⵔⴷ ⴷⴻⴳⵔⴻⴻ ⴱⵓⵔⵏⵙ
(Kitsuki had given an Indian burn to a man that had tried to pull her hair). ⵙⵜⴻⵔⵏⴰⵍ ⴼⵔⴰⵛⵜⵓⵔⴻ ⵡⵉⵜⵀ ⵛⴰⵔⴷⵉⴰⵛ ⵛoⵏⵜⵓⵙⵉoⵏ. Pⴻⵏⴻⵜⵔⴰⵜⵉⵏⴳ pⴻⵏⵉⵍⴻ ⵜⵔⴰⵓⵎⴰ ⵡⵉⵜⵀ ⵜⴻⵙⵜⵉⵛⵓⵍⴰⵔ ⵔⵓpⵜⵓⵔⴻ.
(Kit had delivered an astounding blow to the gonads of a known rapist). ⵎⵓⵍⵜⵉpⵍⴻ ⵙpⵉⵏⴰⵍ ⵛoⵎpⵔⴻⵙⵙⵉoⵏ ⴼⵔⴰⵛⵜⵓⵔⴻⵙ. ⵎⴰⵏⴷⵉⴱⵍⴻ ⴼⵔⴰⵛⵜⵓⵔⴻⵙ. ⵎⵓⵍⵜⵉpⵍⴻ ⵙⴽⵓⵍⵍ ⴼⵔⴰⵛⵜⵓⵔⴻⵙ ⵡⵉⵜⵀ ⵉⵏⵜⵔⴰⵛⵔⴰⵏⵉⴰⵍ ⵀⴻⵎoⵔⵔⵀⴰⴳⵉⵏⴳ. ⵔⵓpⵜⵓⵔⴻⴷ ⵜⴻⵎpoⵔⴰⵍ ⵎⴻⵎⴱⵔⴰⵏⴻ ⵡⵉⵜⵀ ⵏⴻⵛⴽ ⴼⵔⴰⵛⵜⵓⵔⴻⵙ. ⵍⴰⵔⵢⵏⴳⴻⴰⵍ ⴼⵔⴰⵛⵜⵓⵔⴻ ⵡⵉⵜⵀ ⴰⵉⵔⵡⴰⵢ ⵛoⵍⵍⴰpⵙⴻ. ⵍⴰⵛⴻⵔⴰⵜⵉoⵏⵙ ⵡⵉⵜⵀ ⴳⵍⴰⵙⵙ ⴼoⵔⴻⵉⴳⵏ ⴱoⴷⵉⴻⵙ
(several had been thrown through windows). Oⵔⴱⵉⵜⴰⵍ ⴱⵍoⵡoⵓⵜ ⴼⵔⴰⵛⵜⵓⵔⴻⵙ ⵡⵉⵜⵀ oⵛⵓⵍⴰⵔ ⴱⵍⴻⴻⴷⵉⵏⴳ. ⴱⴰⵍⵍⵉⵙⵜⵉⵛ ⵔoⴰⴷⵔⴰⵙⵀ.
ⵎⴰⵢⴱⴻ ⴳo ⴰ ⵜⴰⴷ ⴻⴰⵙⵢ oⵏ ⵜⵀⴻⵎ ⵏⴻⵅⵜ?
I told them to surrender. They didn't. The old Kiri is dead. Zero tolerance policy for those who profit from the blood and misery of others.
The Angel completed her rounds and settled on Kit's shoulder cross-legged. The numerous wings that sprouted from its body strategically hid its nakedness from those that remained standing. Even as she communicated, Zizz was in deep concentration. Every single person that had challenged Kit was grievously injured. The damage sustained should have been enough to kill them outright or at the very least require many painful years of healing followed by physical therapy. Fortunately, Zizz was a chronokinetic. Even as they lay writhing in a pool of blood and broken teeth, the Angel worked to correct that which causality had destroyed. Time rewound itself as organs slowly
reversed the damage to the point where recovery was not only likely but certain. Whereas one might need years in the hospital, they'd only need a few weeks or months. The pain did not abate but the threat of death was kept at bay for now. The technique being used was known as Collateral Rescue. It allowed Kit to fight without restraint. She could deal as much damage as was necessary to incapacitate her opponent without outright murdering them. The damage reverted to a precise level. They would not be permanently crippled but they wouldn't be getting up anytime soon either.
A man with dreadlocks and not much else covering his body pointed. His eyes were white with fear and his finger trembled as he was the first to identify the Chuunin.
"Oh god....I know you....I heard about you....Bricky trained you....said you were the strongest ever....when he...talked about you we thought he was blowing smoke up our ass! He said you use a cane but yo-"
He didn't even get to finish his sentence. Kitsuki flicked her finger at him discharging a bit of Fuuton into the action. The result was a gale wind strong enough to lift him off his feet and into a nearby wall. The kunoichi turned around slowly to see if there were any more takers.
By all rights she was now the Pit Champion.