Harley considered the options. Could she take the stuffed shirt? Yeah. His stance, the way he moved, the way he held the bamboo pole, all said he could fight. Which was a little surprising, but it didn’t dim her confidence in the least. He might be good, but she knew she was faster and stronger due to Pammy’s experiments. No, she could take him.
But then there would be a crowd and likely cops involved and all in all, it would be a bigger hassle than it was worth, just because the guy couldn’t figure out the point of a pillow fight. It had pillows. The end.
Sniffing haughtily, she informed him, “I don’t play with cheaters.”
Which was an absolute lie, but it was good to go out on a strong line. With that, Harley spun on her skates and simply rolled away.