>>5757848Your gathered family all then start cheering as he backs away, either for Broly or telling Maza to get up as other you starts the countdown.
“And in only thirty seconds, Broly has scored the first down.” Chilli calls to everyone, speaking into a crystalline object shaped like a microphone that projects his voice from each corner of the room. Turning and looking, you notice what look like crystal copies of your dad's ship's hallway speakers in each corner, leaving you wondering if there's anything your brother's magic CAN'T do.
“One! Two!” future you calls, swinging her arm down with a finger extended for each number. “Three!”
“Stay down until the seven count, take a breath to cool your head!” Cell calls to Maza, who turns to him and nods.
“Four!” older you says, you turning to Broly who is bouncing a bit in place, not letting his body relax and keeping his tension. Ready to spring back in the moment the fight's resumed, just as practiced.
“That one rattled him, be ready as soon as you hear the go!” you call out to him, Broly turning to you and giving a curt nod. Pounding his gloved fists together, the sound echoing over everyone's cheers and calls. However, you notice your father's silent, watching events unfold as he sits there quietly.
“Five! Six!” she calls, Maza rolling over and doing a pushup to get a knee under him, then his opposite foot. “Seven!”
“I'll continue.” he says, standing back up as if he hadn't just gotten his brain rattled around, bringing his arms up defensively before him as he stares Broly down. Future you takes one look in his eyes and steps back, crossing her arms before her with a call of “Box!” Maza, however, isn't content to play defensively, stepping in at high speed before Broly leaves the corner, firing a flurry of sharp left jabs all at his face. But none connect, Broly resuming his Peek-a-Boo guard and wearing the punches on his forearms and gloves. Slowly picking his weaving back up, body swaying side-to-side as he builds power back up. “Oh no you don't!”
Then, in a surprising move, Maza lunges straight into close range, using his shoulder to slam Broly back against the pillar then fire a short right uppercut straight into his guard. With his fist kept narrow, not turned wide, his glove slips between Broly's in that particular guard, the uppercut slicing through your brother's guard and finding his chin easily. Rocking his head back with the force of the blow.
“GOT YOU!” he roars, throwing a heavy, wide left hook at Broly's now-exposed temple. Broly grits his teeth, pulling his right arm up at his temple while dropping his left, barely blocking the punch. Maza's power still rocks him, staggering the larger fighter a half step. He manages to plant a foot to avoid falling, but Maza doesn't hesitate, going on the attack.
