[X] Go to the Fight Club. It's easy, she just needs to turn up for Junior to give the information, and a chance to punch something would be great stress relief.

"Ah, you're back." Junior said, as he saw Yang approach. "I assume you've reached a decision, then?"

Yang took a moment to look at him, before nodding. "Yeah. I'm in on this Fight Club stuff."

Junior nodded, and finished his glass. "Good to hear. Melanie, Miltia, which of you were going in today?"

"I'll go." Melanie interrupted. "Something about blondie rubs me the wrong way, and I'd love to see someone punch her in the face a bit."

"Well screw you too." Yang cut in.

With a shrug, Melanie continued. "Besides, I've improved a lot recently. I want to test my abilities."

Junior shrugged. "Don't annoy the client and we have a deal. Yang, you'll get your information when you get back. Now get going, you'll be late otherwise."

"I'll be back later." Yang said, as she turned to leave.

"Unless you end up in a hospital bed." Melanie cut off. "Be back by closing time, Junior."

Junior waved at them, but was too busy getting another drink to look their way.

Melanie took the lead, walking as if Yang wasn't even there, and the yellow haired teen had to walk faster than usual to keep pace with the girl in white. As the exited the club, Yang saw her father hanging out in the corner in a cloak that concealed his features and made it hard to tell to any watchers that Yang had her father following.

As Melanie immediately cut into a side alley, Yang had to quickly follow her before she disappeared, so didn't get to wave at her father or anything. Instead, as she walked, she decided to talk to Melanie.

"So..." She tried. "I get the idea that you don't like me."

"No, what gave you that impression? I love people like you, always stating the obvious like that."

"No need to be sarcastic." Yang replied.

"Sarcasm? From me? No, I'm genuine."

"Look, have I offended you somehow?" Yang asked. "Because really, if I have, I'm sorry, but give me a break."

Melanie ignored her and kept walking. As she stepped into another street and took a left, Yang asked another question.

"I don't suppose you could tell me a bit about this Fight Club thing before we got there?" Yang asked.

Melanie sighed. "If it'll mean I don't have to listen to your voice, I don't mind talking about it a bit."

Yang nodded, and kept silent in the hopes of keeping her escort happy.

"Rules are simple. When you go in, whoever you are doesn't matter. Criminal, ancient enemy, gang war rival, doesn't matter. In fight club, you're a fighter. I the ring, you're opponents. No going easy on people in the ring, no acting on old grudges outside it. If anyone breaks the rules, it's fully acceptable for them to be thrown out."

"Metaphorically, or..."

"I'm sorry, was that words?" Melanie asked. "I thought I said I was talking so you wouldn't."

Yang fell silent.

"You go in, you sign up- Which I'll do for you so people know you're with Junior- And then you wait for your name to be called. Today's entertainment is a tag match system. There's one ring, two people go in. They fight. The loser leaves, the winner stays, the next person has their name called, and they jump in to fight immediately. The longer you last, the more opponents you beat, the bigger the payoff on anyone who bets on you."

Yang nearly said it sounded like fun, but then she remembered what Melanie had said earlier and kept silent. Looking back, she saw her dad standing in his cloak on top of a building, watching them, and looked away before anyone could follow here gaze.

"We're here." Melanie said, as she turned towards a large skyscraper of some sort.

"...Not what I was expecting." Yang noted. "I mean, it's a gambling centre judging by the sign, but I pictured this going down in a gritty warehouse or something."

Melanie scoffed. "You are a fool, then. Hurry along."

"Which floor?" Yang asked, heading for the elevator.

"Don't bother with that." Melanie replied. "It's on the thirteenth floor. The elevator doesn't work, which is convenient because the elevator door is used to get to the arena."

"...You said this was legal, right?"

Melanie didn't respond as she started walking up the stairs. Sighing, Yang followed.

It took some time to get to the thirteenth floor, by the end of which Yang was rather bored with Melanie's refusal to talk or let her talk. Once they stepped up to the thirteenth floor, they reached the out of order elevator.

Melanie moved the sign aside, and pressed the call elevator button. It opened a moment later, and she and Yang stepped in. The elevator closed a moment later, and Melanie entered in a seemingly random string of floor numbers.

The elevator rotated, then opened to a crowded room.

"Welcome." Said a butler-looking old man. "May I take your names?"

"Melanie." Said the girl. "This here is Yang, a fill-in from Junior. We'll be competing tonight."

"Excellent." The butler man said. "What power ranking would you prefer to face?"

"Give me the best you got." Melanie said with a grin.

The butler looked at Yang, who shuffled. "I don't mind going in early? I mean, I get stronger the more I get hurt, so you might not want to use me first if you're escalating in power..."

The butler nodded. "Very well. Your names will be announced when you are ready. Will either of you be taking bets."

Yang shook her head, and Melanie shooed her away as she pulled out a rather large wallet.

Wandering around, Yang was surprised at how fancy the place was. There was a big pit in the floor that was apparently the ring, and even if seemed rather shiny and colourful. Not at all what Yang would have been expecting from a "Legal" Fight Club.

The people here were fancy, too. Sure, some of them resembled what you would expect from violent thugs, but there was a large variety of outfit choices here. Some wore mysterious cloaks and capes meant to look cool, some were in refined outfits like suits and ballgowns, there was at least one guy wearing a lucha mask and a champions belt, with very little else, and even people wearing what was basically extraneous belts, zippers, and segments of fabric shaped like the letter x.

Yang looked around to see if this place would end up having food, but then suddenly realised she recognised beltman in the crowd.

"Blast?" She asked.

The boy in belts stumbled at his name, turning to her. "Yang? What are you doing here?"

Yang looked at him for a moment, and he coughed. "I mean... Blast? You mean my identical twin cousin, Blast Yellowstone? An annoyance, that one. He doesn't even have a magnificent moustache! I am his cousin, Explosion Hardcheese."

"You don't have a moustache either, Boom." Yang pointed out.

Blast reached for his face, then turned to the roof. "Curses! My fabulous facial hair has been stolen from me! Damn you, Blast Yellowstone, the one man as handsome and cunning as I!"

Yang coughed.

"...You're not buying it, are you?"

"So, is this a regular thing for you, or..."

"Funny story about that." Blast laughed. "I was walking around one day, decided to be cool and climb a building from the outside, and when I reached the roof, I walked around a bit, accidentally stepped on a piece of roof that wasn't well supported, and it caved in. And then I got in fight with everyone here, and it was Free For All day so it was kinda like a bar brawl, and when people noticed my name wasn't on the list I got an invite."

"...Huh."

"What about you, Yang?" Blast asked. "Someone recommend a beauty like you here to make this place more livel-"

"I'm doing a favour for Junior." Yang interrupted. "My sister's been kidnapped and he might know something, so I'm doing this in exchange for that something."

Blast blinked. "Your sister's been kidnapped? Shit, Yang, I'm sorry, didn't know-"

"It's fine." Yang dismissed. "I just needed to come here to keep the betting more profitable and he'll pass it on, I'll find Ruby in no time."

Blast shrugged. "Well, if you say so. Hey, if you need a hand with finding her, just give me a ring, alright?"

Yang nodded, and Blast disappeared into the crowd.

It didn't take long after that, for a voice to begin speaking.

"Ladies and Gentlemen." The voice called. "It's finally time to get this show on the road! Bettings are still open to any who wish to bet, but it's time for the first round to BEGIN!"

There was the ding of a bell, and the voice started calling names.

"Fox Alistair! Explosion Hardcheese!"

Two figures jumped into the pit, and Yang stepped closer to observe it.

"Begin!"

A cackle of energy covered the pit, as a force field of some sort came into being, and the battle began.

Blast pulled out his gun and started twirling it around his finger, blinding firing several bullets in every direction that ricocheted wildly in the pit, before gripping it properly and firing straight at Fox.

There was a moment while the redish-orangish themed fighter stood still, before flicking away the bullet that was approaching him directly. Blast nodded at that, before shooting behind him. His bullet his another one of his bullets, forcing it to hit the wall and bounce off. Both bullets flew right at Fox, who continued deflecting.

Reaching into his pocket, Blast pulled forth a small ball.

"Let's see if mother's new toy works."

Throwing it at Fox, the ball was instantly shattered by a punch. It exploded outwards into a dozen tiny razer blades, the closest of which began cutting into Fox's arm, sticking to his Aura for a moment before being thrown to the floor. One of Blasts bullets hit the mini blade storm and started bouncing all around it, sending hundreds towards Fox before barrelling towards his head. It missed by an inch, and Blast sighed.

"Well, too much to ask for that being an easy fight ender." He sighed, reloading his revolver. "Say, Alistair, I don't suppose you're going to fight at any poi-"

The fist to the gut took Blast off guard, and he was sent flying into the wall. Fox moved to follow up, before being forced to dodge to the side by another one of Blast's ricocheting bullets, giving the boy time to recover.

A flurry of more bullets were fired, and Yang observed their path as they bounced all over the pit, somehow speeding up as they did so.

"Here's another thing I wanted to test." Blast said. "My Semblance is amazing, and has the awesome side effect that I can test potentially weapon destroying stuff with little fear, because otherwise I couldn't do cool stuff in the fight any furthe-"

Fox's fist hit Blast in the throat, cutting him off as it pinned him to the wall. It cratered slightly at the impact, and Fox pushed his fist deeper into Blast for a moment, before an alarm rang out.

Fox stepped back, and Blast took a moment to breath heavily, regaining his breath. Then, he found himself floating upwards, and being deposited outside the pit.

"Next fighter!" The announcer declared. "And boy, is this one a familiar name! Marcus Black!"

The drawn out name announcement didn't seem to fit well with how silently the white-haired man stepped forward towards the pit, pushing aside a younger looking boy with grey hair and a clear resemblance to him in the process. Fox turned to Marcus, and though he had been unarmed as he fought Blast, the mere mention of the name of this new fighter seemed to be enough to spook Fox into activating his weapon, another set of gauntlets that quickly unfolded to have blades hang from Fox's elbows.

Yang paused for a moment to consider what kind of reputation Marcus must have, that he provoked that response and had caused the crowd to fall silent, without a cheer or a boo or anything.

Fox opened up the fight immediately going into melee with ferocity that Yang rarely saw in fights between people, let alone a non-lethal match. Marcus seemed casual in his response, ducking and weaving away from hit after hit, before seeing an opening in kicking Fox in the back.

Fox disappeared in a flash, and Yang wasn't able to pick up his movement until he slid to a stop just in front of a wall. He turned rapidly, weapons in position to attack anyone who came close, but Marcus had kept his distance, merely walking calming towards Fox.

For a moment, Fox listening to Marcus' footsteps as the older mans lowly walked towards Fox. Then, Marcus' boots began smoking, before dropping a thick cloud of it like a smoke bomb.

Fox, to his credit, didn't seem to react to the blinding smoke, and swung wildly into the smoke. He struck, Marcus being forced to block with his legs, and then the cloud of smoke engulfed the two and Yang saw nothing.

There was the sound of combat for a while, along with the occasional grunt of exhaustion or pain from Fox, before an alarm went off.

There was a pause, before Fox was lifted out of the arena, exhausted. A moment later, Marcus leaped out of the pit on the opposite end, seemingly exhausted himself even if he hid it better.

Odd, then, that he had some sort of reputation. Maybe he was more of an ambush fighter than a head to head fighter?

Before the question could be thought on for much longer, Yang heard the announcer call her name, and jumped into the pit. The area was still full of smoke, but as she walked to the middle, she was able to see her opponent as they jumped down before her.

[X] It was the boy who was standing next to Marcus with the vague resemblance.
[X] It was Melanie, with a smirk on her face and a light in her eyes.
[X] It was a young man, probably only twenty or so, with a vicious grin on his face.