Standing by Rose's side were her three friends, poised and ready to show Rosemary what they were made of.
"I've got three friends here," Rose boasted with a proud tilt of her head. "One's a black belt in Taekwondo, another's a champ in kickboxing, and the last one's an MMA fighter."
"And what?" Rosemary's lips curled into a cold smirk. "You think you're some kind of saint, expecting people to bow and scrape? If you're going to throw down, just get on with it. Why all the big talk?"
Rose was taken aback by Rosemary's brazenness.
"Novia, Polly, Antonia, let's show her some manners!"
The trio, with their fancy but ineffective moves, were swiftly laid out on the ground by Rosemary, whimpering in pain.
Rose couldn't believe her eyes.
Just yesterday, when she got her butt kicked, she thought Rosemary was just some amateur with a few tricks up her sleeve. She had no idea Rosemary was this formidable.
