Celeste got furious at Kaytee's remarks and raised her fist to strike at the redhead.  "It'll be you that is being dragged out of her all bruised and bloody, you redheaded witch!" she cried.
Kaytee grabbed Celeste's right wrist and held it firmly in a grip of iron.  "Celeste you are not made for this!  Look at these soft white leather gloves you are wearing - they are for wifey parties and not for fist fighting!"