Layla's POV
I stepped into him, turned my hips, and let his momentum do the hard work for me.
My palm caught his wrist, my forearm slid under his elbow, my shoulder hit his chest, and the noise that left his mouth from the impact of his back on the hard stone was one that I had heard in training rooms a thousand times.
Before he could recover, I trapped his wrist against the stone with one hand, grabbed his collar with the other, and drove my knee into his thigh just above the knee joint.
He howled in pain as I felt the subtle snap as his knee dislocated cleanly.
"One wound as promised," I said nonchalantly and held my hands in front of me so that he could see that I was done. "I win again."
"You f*****g whore..." He began as his face flushed furiously in embarrassment,
