The spark and crackle of those daggers only remind Harley of her 'treatments' back at Arkham. And she is already plenty pissed off... but it triggers something dangerous inside of her.
She fights off the creatures swarmed around her with a viciousness that few people in the Nexus see from her. This is not a time for socializing, or looking at the brighter things of life. This is a time of serious battle. The lives of her comrades are at risk.
When the taller creature makes its appearance, Harley narrows her eyes. This must be one of the creatures she has heard about. One of the ones that have killed other citizens of the Nexus without any concern. With a quick switch of putting her ice dagger in her left hand -- she reaches back and pulls out her fire sword in her right hand. The blade springing to life with flames.
She slashes at the smaller creatures trying to flank her. And attacks viciously at the taller creature. Harley is standing her ground right now -- determined to be the focus of the things attacking her in the hope that her comrades get to safety. After all... Harley is trained for these kind of situations.
She has her agility. She has her strength. She has her determination.
A part of her thrives on the combat situation that she finds herself in. Fighting without having to hold back. That psychotic part of her mind that enjoys the thrill of battle is loving every second of this. Every swipe of her blades. The flame sword in one hand and the ice dagger in the other.
Right now -- Harley Quinn is a Valkyrie -- a warrior woman who is determined to fight to her last breath to protect those most important to her. She will find a weakness. She will endure. She will protect those who depend on her -- and those who don't even know her.
"Palmer! This ain't tea time! Get the FUCK to safety!" She yells over her shoulder. "And if you can... shoot a few while you do."
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She fights off the creatures swarmed around her with a viciousness that few people in the Nexus see from her. This is not a time for socializing, or looking at the brighter things of life. This is a time of serious battle. The lives of her comrades are at risk.
When the taller creature makes its appearance, Harley narrows her eyes. This must be one of the creatures she has heard about. One of the ones that have killed other citizens of the Nexus without any concern. With a quick switch of putting her ice dagger in her left hand -- she reaches back and pulls out her fire sword in her right hand. The blade springing to life with flames.
She slashes at the smaller creatures trying to flank her. And attacks viciously at the taller creature. Harley is standing her ground right now -- determined to be the focus of the things attacking her in the hope that her comrades get to safety. After all... Harley is trained for these kind of situations.
She has her agility. She has her strength. She has her determination.
A part of her thrives on the combat situation that she finds herself in. Fighting without having to hold back. That psychotic part of her mind that enjoys the thrill of battle is loving every second of this. Every swipe of her blades. The flame sword in one hand and the ice dagger in the other.
Right now -- Harley Quinn is a Valkyrie -- a warrior woman who is determined to fight to her last breath to protect those most important to her. She will find a weakness. She will endure. She will protect those who depend on her -- and those who don't even know her.
"Palmer! This ain't tea time! Get the FUCK to safety!" She yells over her shoulder. "And if you can... shoot a few while you do."