Regan let out a low, humorless laugh that sent chills down Lilana's spine. "Hah… that guy I just sent? Pathetic. Even for our crew, he's a weakling. Absolutely useless."
One of the other boys, hanging back a few steps, shifted awkwardly, his gaze darting toward Lilana. There was a flicker of doubt in his eyes, but he didn't dare challenge Regan.
Amara's smirk remained intact; she tilted her head, as if seeing Lilana in a whole new light. "I see," she said, almost lazily, letting her words linger in the air. "Then maybe we need someone… stronger."
Lilana kept her fists up, her stance unwavering, her intense gaze locked on them. A slow, cold smile spread across her lips. "Stronger?" she murmured, tilting her head slightly, letting the tension build. "Now this… gets interesting."
Regan's eyes narrowed as he leaned in a bit, his voice dropping. "Oh? I like that look in your eyes, girl. But I hope you're ready… because nobody here messes around."
The faint sound of water lapping against the dock seemed to stretch the silence, each second feeling like an eternity.
Regan's smirk grew wider, clearly relishing the moment. "Alright then… let's see how you handle someone a little less pathetic."
He gave a subtle signal to another boy in the group. In an instant, the boy lunged at Lilana, moving so quickly that most would've struggled to react. But Lilana's eyes narrowed, her stance fluid and calm. With a swift sidestep and a precise push, she sent the boy crashing to the ground, landing gracefully on her feet.
Amara's smile broadened, clearly intrigued now. "Impressive… for a girl," she murmured, almost as if testing her.
Regan chuckled. "Two's better than one," he said, signaling two more boys to move in at once. They flanked Lilana, hoping to overwhelm her with sheer numbers.
Lilana's eyes darted between them, a smirk dancing on her lips. "Numbers don't scare me," she said under her breath, ready for whatever came next.
In a flash, she soared into the air, twisting and spinning with the grace of a gymnast. She landed a solid kick on one boy, sending him sprawling backward, before she touched down in a perfect split though the exposure was completely unintentional.
For just a moment, her panties were visible, and the other boy froze, his face turning a deep shade of red.
Lilana's lips curled into a playful smile as she glanced down at him. "Oh no… did you see that? Sorry, but that's already… taken. My boyfriend, Sylvie, has first dibs," she said with a cheeky wink, then effortlessly flipped back onto her feet.
The second boy snapped out of his stupor and tried to charge at her, but Lilana was already on the move.
She dodged, ducked, and swept his legs out from under him with a fluid, almost dance-like grace.
Both boys groaned on the ground, while Lilana stood tall, fists lightly raised, her eyes sparkling with a wild energy. The port was quiet again, the only sounds being the gentle lapping of water against the dock and her steady breathing.
Regan's smirk wavered a bit this wasn't going according to his plan. "Hmm… maybe you're more trouble than I expected," he muttered, a hint of respect creeping into his voice.
Amara tilted her head, intrigued. "Oh… this is going to be entertaining."
Lilana's smirk widened, her stance poised for action. "You're right," she replied, her voice low and confident. "This is going to be a lot of fun."
Regan smirked, cracking his neck and knuckles in a practiced rhythm. "Alright, enough of the warm-up," he growled. "Let's see what you can do."
Lilana's eyes narrowed, the playful glint replaced by sharp, calculating focus. She adjusted her stance slightly, her toes digging into the stone floor, muscles coiled like springs.
Regan lunged first, aiming a swift, powerful grab at her shoulder. Years of wrestling had sharpened his instincts; he expected her to flinch or panic. But Lilana simply sidestepped, allowing his momentum to carry him forward. He stumbled slightly, catching himself with a sharp grunt.
"You're quicker than you seem," he muttered, circling her like a predator sizing up its prey.
Lilana shot him a smirk. "And you're a bit too sure of yourself," she shot back, bouncing lightly on her heels.
Regan charged again, pretending to go for a high grab but then switching to a low tackle. Lilana rolled to the side just in time, narrowly dodging the impact, and sprang back to her feet.
She let her movements flow into a series of quick, precise strikes aimed at his torso punches that were more about distraction and positioning than causing real damage.
Regan snarled, catching her wrist mid-strike. The strength of his grip made her stagger slightly. He attempted to twist her arm behind her back, but Lilana countered by dropping her weight and pivoting, almost flipping over him in a graceful maneuver. Her momentum carried her behind him, and she landed lightly, crouched and ready to strike again.
"You're… clever," Regan panted, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip.
Liliana's smirk returned, sharp and cold. "You haven't seen anything yet."
He lunged again, this time with raw power, sweeping his legs to try to knock her off balance. Liliana leapt, flipping mid-air and landing in a split, her agility keeping her steady.
There was a brief, awkward moment her split had revealed her undergarments, and the boy closest to her froze, blushing furiously. Liliana glanced at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
He lunged once more, this time with raw power, sweeping his legs to knock her off balance. Lilana leapt, flipping mid-air and landing in a split, her agility keeping her on her feet.
There was a brief, awkward moment her split had exposed her undergarments, and the boy nearest her froze, blushing furiously. Lilana glanced at him, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Oh, don't worry," she said coolly, straightening up. "That's already taken."
Regan seized the moment, swinging a powerful hook at her side. Liliana blocked it with her forearm, feeling the impact jolt through her bones. She stumbled backward, realizing this fight was going to push her to her limits.
The next few minutes felt like a whirlwind: a chaotic blend of strikes, blocks, rolls, and flips. Regan's wrestling background gave him a fierce edge, allowing him to grapple and throw with alarming precision.
Lilana, however, countered with her quick reflexes and sharp strategy, ducking under his grabs, twisting out of holds, and using his own momentum against him.
He seized her arm again, trying to lock her wrist with a powerful grip. Lilana gritted her teeth, twisting sharply to turn his strength back on him.
With a swift motion and careful positioning, she applied pressure to his shoulder and elbow, forcing a harsh crack Regan let out a scream as his arm buckled.
Pain shot through his body, but his pride and fury kept him on his feet. Liliana didn't hesitate. She pressed her advantage, her strikes sharp and targeted, aiming for joints and muscles, using grapples to throw him off balance. Every move was deliberate she was relentless, efficient, a storm of controlled aggression.
Regan stumbled, blood trickling down his face, his arms screaming from the strain. He tried to charge at her again, but Liliana was ready for his aggression. Using his own momentum, she executed a series of flips and pivots, sending him off balance and crashing against the docks.
He hit the ground hard, groaning, barely able to push himself up. Liliana crouched over him, her eyes dark and focused, her breathing steady. "You underestimated me," she said softly, almost with a hint of mockery.
Regan fought hard, trying to get back on his feet, but Liliana had him completely under her control. Every move he attempted was anticipated by her, as she expertly locked him in holds that left him powerless.
Pain shot through his body as she systematically subdued his limbs here was a fighter brought low by a girl who seemed too small and unassuming to pose such a threat.
At last, he crumpled to the ground, gasping for air, unable to lift a hand or a leg. Liliana loomed over him, fists tight, her expression icy and unwavering. The boys from the port Amara, Sophie, and Riley watched in stunned silence.
Liliana tilted her head slightly, a faint but unmistakable smile playing on her lips. "Next time, think twice before you send your little games my way."
The silence hung heavy in the air. The fight was over, and it was clear to everyone: Liliana was not someone to mess with.
"Oh, and one more thing," Liliana said, her smile still faint.
"Just by looking at you, it seems like you don't want kids, am I right?"
She leaned in closer to hear his response, but all she caught were his howls of pain.
"I'll take that as a yes. Well, here's my parting gift."
Liliana stepped in front of him, spread his legs wide, and slowly lifted her foot. In a heartbeat, she brought it down hard on Regan.
He screamed at the top of his lungs as she crushed his manhood, ensuring he would never have children.