The screams and jeers of the crowd faded into background noise, her entire focus was on the male who currently had his hand around her throat, holding her up against one of the pylons that made up the barrier of the fighting ring. With a rather loud growl of frustration, Gamora wrapped herself around his rather large arm, hooking her knees behind his head as she turned the force of his arm against him and pulled. There was an audible pop as his shoulder came out from it's socket and he had no choice but to drop her.
What the hell back water planet was she on again? It didn't really matter, once she got bored she'd move on again. Kipping up into a crouch, the silver in Gamora's eyes spun as she watched her opponent back away, gripping his shoulder and yelling in rage. There didn't seem to be any shortage of assholes wanting a chance to put an end to the Mad Titan's Daughter, never mind the fact that he was dead and she'd helped kill him. She didn't necessarily blame them either, she knew the monster she was.
At least this way they could get some of that anger out and she could make some money in the process. "Give up yet big guy?" She called, serving only to piss him off more so he'd take a rage filled charge at her. Predictable. Gamora waited until the last possible moment before dropping into a roll right into his legs. Unable to alter course, he tripped over her and pitched forward head first into the pylon that had been standing at her back.
For a moment it seemed as if he were going to get up again, but Gamora wasn't having any of it and kicked him in the side of face hard enough that he slumped to the ground into unconsciousness. Brute strength was a weakness against Gamora, after all, she'd survived training against Thanos for three decades. The cheering of the onlookers came thundering back in and she finally turned her attention to the crowd as two of the pit workers did their best to cart off her incredibly large opponent.
She didn't smile, made no attempt to either appease the crowd or rile them up. She wasn't here for them and she doubted anything she did here would make them stop hating her and calling for her blood. As the announcer was going over the next fight and bets started rolling in, Gamora moved off to the side of the ring to sit down. Her magenta hair had fallen loose of her braid so she spent a moment re-plaiting it before reaching for the water bottle under her stool.
There were a few cuts and scrapes from her time in the ring for the evening, one right over her eyebrow though it hadn't bled too badly. Her torso would be a mess of bruises in the morning. She watched the next fight with minimal interest, deciding whether or not she wanted to go another round but then she thought better of it. Pulling on her jacket and holstering her sword at her hip, Gamora moved off to find the fight coordinator and collect her winnings. He was probably one of the only people who seemed happy to see her considering how much money she raked in for him.
Not bothering to pull her hood up, Gamora left the pits and went in search of a bar. It wasn't that hard on a planet like this but she made sure not to stop at the first two she passed as they were too close to the pits and she didn't want one of her former opponents to do something stupid and get her kicked out for trashing the place. Not that a good bar brawl wouldn't make her feel better, but she wanted to actually finish a drink first.
Finally finding one that didn't look like it was about to fall apart, Gamora made her way to the edge of the bar to order a drink.