This man was beginning to grow disgusting in his determination to gut Cera like a fish. There were many ways to deal with this, but not a single one of them could be done with words alone. Thus, the fish-woman would raise her hands once more into a fighting stance and stared down her opponent. His chest's bruises were already healing completely...a feat that was only possible for a Devil Fruit user, in her mind. After all, it wasn't like she'd inflicted no damage. This man...was a fighting freak that seemed immune to pain.

[color=00aeef][b]"Please, reflect upon your actions when you wake up..."[/b][/color] Cera said, eyes closing for a moment as she took in a deep breathe, her lungs swelling to the brim with air before she opened her eyes again to see her opponent. [color=00aeef][b]"Jihi Seiken...Kyusho Jitsu"[/b][/color] she whispered, before expelling all the air in her lungs and taking a step forward. She was now right within Fsk's range, but her left hand moved to his wrist, using the most ginger application of force as she moved the wrist and knife away while the right hand jabbed at his shoulders, then his stomach. Fsk's efforts to move his arms would suddenly prove futile, as the fish-woman stared him down while his body's most basic functions ceased. Before it came time to realize that he should run, her hands struck at his knees and mid-thighs, causing his body to fall forward.

[color=00aeef][b]"Osu!"[/b][/color] Cera cried, before slamming her palm into his chin, the force of the blow sending him flying back and onto his back, nerves incapable of functioning with the flow of his brain disrupted. It wasn't even damage that was keeping him on the ground, it was his body refusing to listen to him. Cera would then reach out, grabbing him by his hair to lift his head before a swift strike was given to the back of his neck, knocking him out for the time being. Now, Cera would turn to face whoever else she had to. No one had to die by her hand today, if she could continue to win fights like this.