The reports Harley was getting from the palace guards relaying the information was… Intriguing? Frustrating? Interesting? Exciting? Bad? She really wasn’t sure how she was supposed to respond here, because usually she was the one causing the problem. Being queen kind of changed things, she guessed, but at the same time, she was who she was.
On the one hand, she ought to be more concerned about the guards she was losing. Well she was, but only on a strategic level. Whoever was invading her castle was plowing through them faster than she’d anticipated. And she really was more than a little irked that they were messing up her castle. Harl liked her castle. More than she liked her guards.
On the other hand, this promised to be a good deal more fun than just sitting around on a throne all day. Her throat got sore from giving orders after a while, even if it was hilarious to see people jump when she screamed “OFF WITH HER HEAD” every once in a while. But this, this was kind of exciting. Oh, she was going to make them pay for this, but she was going to have a real good time doing it.
First things first, she sent another wave of guards down to deal with the interlopers head on. That ought to keep them busy enough. Meanwhile, now in her harlequin outfit, Harley crossed to her balcony, dropped a rope over the side, and expertly rappelled to the ground just outside the entrance. From there, she could see the damage to her outer gate, and her enjoyment turned to outrage. What had they done to her gate? Oh, they were going to pay for that.
Quietly and deftly, she snuck inside, intending to get the drop on whoever was invading. What she got was a good look at some chick throwing electricity around like softballs, and a familiar looking guy with wings. Ooooh, it was the pervert from the zoo! Harl didn’t know who the girl was, but they could both get the hell out of her castle. She edged closer, waiting to see how they dealt with this new wave of guards, so she could figure out how to attack without getting fried.