"Gyyaarrrghhh!! Liana!!" Javier screamed, futile.
It was hopeless.
Liana, as calm as ever, was already in full wrestling mode.
With precision born from years of training—and maybe a little stubbornness—she had Javier's head locked tightly under her arm, his body twisted awkwardly into a shoulder choke.
Her legs pinned him firmly, applying pressure just right—no chance of escape.
Javier flailed helplessly.
"Mercy! Mercy!!!"
But Liana's emerald eyes remained cold, her expression serene, exerting perfect control in her grappling.
Meanwhile—
Gloria stood nearby, sleeves neatly rolled up.
She had already subdued Mimi and Delya, pinning both girls with impressive skill.
Mimi had tried to scratch her way free, but Gloria effortlessly locked her arms behind her back, sitting on her as if disciplining a wild cat.
Delya had attempted to use her agility, but Gloria had caught her mid-leap—now holding her in a tight wrist-lock, face down on the ground.
