The crash along with the agonizing screams of shoppers was satisfying to Harley's ears. She grinned maniacally even as Helena was back on the prowl, attacking with such force and rage. Harley fought back. She was a dirt fighter and did not hesitate to scratch, pull hair, and throw all the low-blow punches. Yet they were evenly matched. Harley matched Helena's injuries and she was getting woozie from how many times she was getting bopped on the head.

"Eattt my shorts," she slurred before spitting at her feet.