[ there's definitely a few additional molars laying on the pavement — in addition to one prone body — by the time harley whips her head up, twirling the pipe again between her fingers like a subconscious reflex. for a second, she almost instinctively moves to blow strands of hair out of her face before she remembers she doesn't have any. ]
And they say chivalry is dead!
[ her own grin is broad, almost a manic quality to it; god, it's not like she'd forgotten how much she loves doing this but she can't say she minds the excuse for a solid rough and tumble — and that's even before she manages to spot whatever the other guy's just done to thin the herd a little. ]
Okay, you're gonna have to tell me how you did that. Uh, later. [ she whirls back, but not quickly enough to dodge a fist aimed at her stomach; the punch makes her double over, but she hasn't dropped her pipe, and she waits for the other guy to advance and haul her up before rearing back for a headbutt that breaks his nose with a resounding crunch. ]
cw: blood, violence, teeth? idk fight things
And they say chivalry is dead!
[ her own grin is broad, almost a manic quality to it; god, it's not like she'd forgotten how much she loves doing this but she can't say she minds the excuse for a solid rough and tumble — and that's even before she manages to spot whatever the other guy's just done to thin the herd a little. ]
Okay, you're gonna have to tell me how you did that. Uh, later. [ she whirls back, but not quickly enough to dodge a fist aimed at her stomach; the punch makes her double over, but she hasn't dropped her pipe, and she waits for the other guy to advance and haul her up before rearing back for a headbutt that breaks his nose with a resounding crunch. ]