Into the wolves den

True to their eldest's words, the quartet walked straight toward the frat beach house that night. A few knock on the door saw one of the Bros opening the door.

As expected, he raised a brow at the sight before him, before a grin appeared on his face, "Well, well, come to surrender already? Don't need to join the sorority if you just want to get off, you know? We'd be more than happy to oblige."

Felicia's smile never left her face as she came closer to the boy who is obviously off his guard. Putting her palm on his cheek, she gave him a sultry look... before she went into action.

It was like seeing a car accident, terrible and absolutely horrific but you just couldn't turn away as if hypnotized. First, they bro's face went from glee to horror in split second. His hand left the doorway as he, as if in computer generated slow motion, dropped to his knees. His hands clutching a spot between his legs before his forehead finally touched the ground as he groaned in obvious indescribable pain.

That's right, Felicia had kicked him on the balls... literally. Unbeknownst to the Delta Bros, Felicia had lived in area where **** was a serious occurrence and had been trained in how to deal with it. A kick to the crotch tend to stop most attempt of it and it was damn near guaranteed to be effective.

On cue, the rest of the quartet stepped past the still groaning boy into the house. Felicia lowered her body to a crouch and spoke to the disabled boy, "Next time, don't assume that all girls are easy picking. Some of us knows how to fight back...."

As if to reiterate her statement, her fellows walked back out of the door several minutes later with a large fabric around Beth's arm. Giving highfives to each other, the quartet walked away from the beach house, leaving devastation inside.