Oh! He was mocking her! She oughta throw a chair, that’s what she oughta do. That’d teach him. And she could too, she was strong enough. But that would sort of end the game a little earlier than she’d like. Nah, she’d save that move for a little later. Like a crescendo at the close of a fine piece of music. Harley did consider herself a bit of an artist in the ways of violence after all.
But the insult could not be allowed to stand without a reply of some sort. So she gathered herself up from where she’d fallen, popping her head up to snap out a scathing reply. Only to be just in time to see him hit a pillow at her with a volley-ball serve. Oh, that’s how he wanted to play it, huh?
Harley snatched the pillow out of the air as it sailed towards her, her arm jerking slightly from the force. Man, he’d whacked that one! The spin she executed was graceful, nearly a pirouette, and as she circled back around, she fired the pillow right back at him. All in one smooth, fast motion. Which shouldn’t give him time to react, but for a stuffed shirt he’d surprised her more than once.
So it was best to keep him completely off balance. After throwing the pillow at him, Harley followed. Skating towards him, she picked up both speed and a full-sized seat cushion from an overstuffed chair. Holding it out in front of her, she gave a roaring battle cry and tucked down to achieve ramming speed.