I calmly pulled a tissue from my purse and wiped my hands, my lips curling in disdain. "Seriously? Not even worth the warm-up."
Tyler, despite his dislocated shoulder, tried to strike back with his other arm. I easily sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, and flipped him over my shoulder. He slammed hard onto the floor, the impact knocking the wind from his lungs.
I placed my high heel on his cheek, applying just enough pressure to make him freeze. "Go practice some more before picking fights."
Looking over at Brock, I noticed his pants darkening with spreading blood. I clicked my tongue, a cool observation crossing my mind. Oops, maybe I kicked too hard. Did I just rupture his balls...?
The commotion had finally drawn attention. Bar staff rushed over, their faces showing shock at the sc
