Fighting Streets (Patreon)

"Shoot da bitch!"

As one of Lee's goons went down after getting roundhouse kicked in the face by her sandaled foot, Liberty sneered at the threat. She'd heard it thousands of times before. The buxom vigilante mocked them, as she hit another assailant with a crisp, teeth shattering five-hit boxing combo.

"Shoot the bitch. Rape the whore. Cut this cunt. Sigh. You guys need new material. You sound exactly like the last dipshits that I beat up across town!"

"Get her, you fools!" Lee was beside himself with anger and screamed at his men, spittle flying from his mouth. He couldn't believe that his best men were having trouble with this one  woman. Although she was an elite fighter, the titanic breasted teenage girl was as completely unprotected and vulnerable as someone who was taking a shower.

Intimidated by the surprisingly superior fighting prowess of the naked vigilante,  the large thug who was hit by the roundhouse kick wiped blood from his mouth and brought out a shotgun. He leveled the weapon at the obscenely curvaceous amazon. "Fuck this!"

Liberty spotted him out of the corner of her lovely green eyes. "Time to end this."

Liberty's right hand glowed bright and was enveloped in flame as she manifested her fiery chi. Liberty's fierce uppercut, known as the Liberty Buster, hit Lee square in the chest, both curvy vigilante and crime boss rising  10 feet in the air! The force of the blow was such that the surrounding  thugs were knocked down by the force of the supernatural blow.

With Lee and his men unconscious, Liberty pulled her special cellphone from her moist pussy and called the police with an anonymous tip leading to the beaten thugs.

The vigilante suddenly entertained a wicked thought. A smile crossed her lips.

"I think I might stop by Calvin's apartment tonight. That should be fun..."