Harley was at the epicenter of Azwel's explosion. One moment she was near him, promising to stay with him... and then the next minute the explosion forces her body through the air, landing on hard ground a far distance from where she was.

It is some small fortune that her body had landed near the rest of the convoy, close to the far back, as the others push forward towards the new opening in the Fallen enemy lines.

Her body lands with a cracking thud. And for a moment, her eyes roll back in her head... Her pink winter coat -- a gift to her from Loki -- is in near tatters. Her bat had snapped in half, since it had been the one thing keeping her from actually having contact with Azwel.

In her mind, she sees the back of a purple coat for a moment. And hears a familiar voice. Keep her tied down. But let her struggle. I like watching her struggle

The ground shaking stomps of the Giant Fallen make her eyes snap open. And Harley remembers where she is. And she feels a pain in her chest, where she is sure she has a broken rib, as she pushes her self up and... ouch... to her wobbly legs... fuck is her ankle twisted too?

She stares at the broken bat on the ground. And stumbles forward. As her healing abilities start to kick in, a small quiet and desperate laugh shakes from her lips. Her baby blue eyes are dark with a scary determination, as Harley limps forward towards the Captain and his pack that are still attacking her friends.

She reaches back... fuck... that hurts... and pulls out her fire sword, flames covering the metal of the blade. And favoring her good leg for the moment, Harley spins forward, attacking like a savage beast. Laughing with every slash, as she fights through the pain.