Zena: The Last Fight
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"Keep forward!" zena shouted gesturing by accelerating the speed of her motor.

"Zena, I'm scared!" lirih Sarah while tightening a hug on Zena's body.

"Quiet, Sarah. You need to calm down, I won't let them hurt you" the girl said unknowingly.

Zena sighed as her back was soaked by Sarah's tears. They kept on going hoping to leave the deserted streets soon. However, their cars darted like lightning, overtaking Zena's entourage and preceding.

The ciaittt!

The tires of their car squeaked while rotating face to face with Zena's entourage who also stopped. Zena squeaked from behind the helmet that covered her face. Shaking on the back is increasingly felt, also the grip on the waist makes it a little tight.

"You're making me tight, Sarah," whispered Zena, holding her breath.

"Sorry." Sarah loosened her handrails, changing with the fingers clutching Zena's clothes.

Inside a bush, a pair of eyes lurked, watching and waiting for what the teenagers would do to Zena.

"What are they going to do to that girl? Find dead!" his murmuring while sneering lips disdained the group of people who scuttle Zena's journey.

Mirah got out of the car, walked slowly to Zena's motorbike and stood on her left side. Ben, too, got off the bike and stood on the other side. Meanwhile, Sarah was still sitting behind Zena with her trembling body.

Rest assured, Sarah. Mirah is right, if we are together they will not be able to do more. He's my friend, Zena's my best friend.

After struggling with her heart, Sarah ventured down from Zena's motorbike. The girl frowned, slightly sighing, but let them act on will.

The group who named themselves as white tigers, one by one, got out of the car with their faces. This time, a large and tall person was added. A man whose age is above theirs.

Ben gulped fearfully, subconsciously gripping Zena's motor suppressing his fear. Zena smiled faintly, though afraid that they would stand up to defend her. On the other hand, Mirah was completely undaunted. Among them he was the bravest and wanted to be free from the shadows of the white tiger group.

Zena took pride in herself, smiling in admiration at her figure who remained standing upright even though sweat had seeped on her neck. Unlike Mirah, Sarah is more attached to the Zena motorbike. He is the weakest among them.

Prok-prok-prok!

The sound of applause was mixed with the knocking of the shoes they were wearing. The group led by the large-bodied male walked closer towards them. Intimidating Zena and her group.

"Great! For the size of a weakling like you, you want to fight us" he said with a grin on his lips. Zena glanced at Mirah, she was caught gulping at her spit maybe her guts were shrinking, but she didn't want to give up.

"What are we afraid of?" Zena chimed in while opening the helmet covering her face. Those eyes, always made people think she was just a weak and innocent girl.

Zena gave a witty smile, winking her eyes with anxiety. Ben glanced, he was sweating seeing Zena who still remained calm despite the pressure they received.

Mirah and Sarah came to see Zena, and at once their hearts strengthened to see Zena's calm demeanor. Right, Zena alone can act so calm. As they thought.

"Oh, little girl you've invited your own angel of death" he said, shaking his waist in the accusation against Zena.

The girl gaped, then chuckled a little while covering her mouth.

"Alright, Brother. This little sister apologized and promised that she would not make any more mistakes let alone offend all of you. I'm sorry," said Zena.

Her lips were smiling, but unfortunately her eyes were sharp and menacing. As if talking 'don't fuck with me if you want to survive'.'

The leader saw that, and of course was not happy. His face was blackened, a puff of smoke rising thinly on his head as well as in the seven holes on his face. Like that might be the picture that Zena saw so angry at him.

"Bad! He's challenging us. Drag him off the bike! I want to teach him a lesson" he told the four groups of white tigers standing behind him.

"Damn it! You're really looking to die!" snarl. The veins on his face hardened because Zena's attitude was ignited.

"Let's prove, who's looking to die among us?" Zena stood on the motorbike, her dignity and charisma wafted as she stood there with both hands tucked behind her body.

Her hair that was tied high fluttered as the wind blew by. Showing Zena's resolute face as the supreme leader of the headquarters. A person in the bush, looked in amazement and sparkled in fascination at his figure. She's gorgeous!

However, that big man, felt challenged. The other four are also undaunted by Zena's changes, but the three friends begin to think Zena is just scaring them by pretending to be brave and being strong.

Mirah shook her head as Zena's eyes glanced. Followed Sarah who had shed her tears begging. However, Zena is still Zena, her wild side has been raised and must be resolved. He jumped down and stood straight in front of his bike.

"Zena!" The girl was just silently pecking, the three people with her were fiercely moving in front of Zena making themselves shield as the five people before them moved closer.

"Oh, so you guys want to protect that girl?" They laughed disdainfully, "look, your legs are just shaking how can you protect them? Get out of the way if you want to survive!" he stared at the three people standing while holding hands in front of Zena.

"With you doing that already proves that he is indeed weak!" They laughed again, Zena smiled faintly with her attitude as calm as water.

"Don't expect you guys to be able to hurt her without getting past us. He apologized, are you deaf! Why do you want to hurt him?!" jolt of Mirah though with a trembling voice.

Zena's eyeballs rolled a glance at the girl defending her bravely. That is for friends, shoulder to shoulder helping each other when others are facing problems despite fear.

"You are just weak people. Quickly get rid of them so I can drag them!" his orders again with rage. The four girls' gushes walked over quickly and pulled them forcibly. Separate them from each other, including Ben who has no martial arts at all.

They easily hit anything. Sarah was crying, Mirah was grimacing, Ben was holding his butt that hit the body of his own motorbike until it rolled over.

Only Zena remained standing there. Calm as the water flowed, his narrowed eyes were completely invisible to fear within.

"You won bravely! I admire you even though I deeply regret your attitude that is too haughty," he said as he walked closer.

Now Zena was surrounded by the five people, still she did not feel depressed. Still standing up straight, treading firmly.

"I've apologized to you, let alone?" zena said she hoped they would stop.

"I'm sorry? No apologies to you, but fine. I'll forgive you if you're willing to prostrate under my feet!" the man taunted him while pointing under his feet wrapped in dirty shoes.

Zena just glanced, she chuckled to the point of making her shoulders shake. They cringe.

"Who would like to? You have dared to disturb my calm then, do not blame me if you suffer after this," said Zena.

One corner of his lips lifted up, he deserved to be arrogant before that group of weaklings.

"A snob!" He floated a fist towards the girl's face.

"Zena!" His three friends were screaming in worry.

However, they widened when they saw Zena catch that fist.

"Compride is the beginning of all victory. Strong self-confidence as well as belief has always been a powerful weapon against cowards."

Bugh!

He fell when Zena threw a punch in his heart. Then the fight was inevitable.