Zoya's POV
I was done playing this child's play with them.
"Come..!" As the first guard tried to reach for me, I grabbed his hand in the air and twisted it seriously until he groaned in pain.
I pushed him and pinned him on the ground, kneading him with my knees, he kept wailing for help.
The second guard charged over me to save his friend and I dived him from his legs and threw him to the ground. His back and head hit the ground seriously and he groaned in aloud voice.
I wanted to punch him and that was when I noticed he had fainted. The other one wanted to strike back but before he could come at me, I punched him on the nose and he fainted.
"You…you… you..!" The old lady stammered in surprise.
"Not all ladies are weaklings. Sometimes we become cat girls, if there's no prince charming to save us from our distress." I smirked, cleaned my hands on my clothes before ducking out of the prison.