Harley Charges Forward

Harley rushed forward with her massive mallet in hand and swung downward toward her petite opponent, who elegantly stepped out of the way, even performing a curtsy to Harley as the blunt weapon crashed into the metal floor next to her. Harley gritted her teeth and grunted, and she quickly lifted the heavy mallet off and turned it onto its side so that she could swing to the right. Neo’s face contorted in shock as the wooden weapon moved toward her at an impressive speed, clearly taking her off guard at how fast the jester had recovered from her previous attack. The mallet connected with Neo, causing her body to suddenly shatter like glass, the fragments falling to the ground and shattering even further into nothingness.

A confused noise escaped Harley’s mouth as she watched the scene, though it would soon be followed by a painful grunt as she felt herself being swatted in the face. The former psychiatrist stepped back as she rubbed her right cheek with one hand and supported the full weight of her mallet with the other. As she soothed the pain in her cheek, Harley glanced toward where she had been struck and spotted a familiar heterochromic face. Turns out, Neo was very much fine from the attack, having used her semblance: Overactive Imagination to create a physical illusion of herself. While Harley destroyed the illusion, the true version was able to strike her in the face using her parasol, Hush. "Oh, you’ve got some sweet secrets!" Harley shouted as she lifted a mallet up once more to smash it into the parasol wielding woman. Like a trained acrobat, Neapolitan simply somersaulted backward, avoiding the mallet once more. This time, Harley would use the weight of her weapon to her advantage, using its much heavier weight to lift herself off the ground. The jester twisted her weapon, allowing her to turn mid-air as she held onto it, her foot outstretched, poised to strike Neo. Harley’s sole struck Neo, or at least an illusion of the girl since she shattered once more. As the criminal turned hero landed, she attempted to lift her mallet up once more, to prepare for her next attack, but would soon be struck in the face once more by Hush. Harley furrowed her brows in annoyance and attempted to retaliate, though she would only be faced with more attacks. The first would be another strike from Neo's parasol, this time in the gut; the second would be a kick upward directly in her jaw; and finally, Neo would knock Harley down with an ax kick. Neo then passed Hush over to her opposite hand as she began to spin, holding the parasol by its tube, which allowed her to wrap the hooked handle around Harley’s neck, taking her for the spin as well.

"WHOA! WHOA!" Harley exclaimed and felt her brain being rattled from the spinning, instinctively tightening her grip on her mighty mallet so that she didn’t lose it. Suddenly, Neo came to a stop, causing Harley to fly off the handle and be thrown into the air. Harley crashed into the train's door back first. Harley felt dazed for a second, but quickly shook it off and glared danger toward the pink and brown haired woman, who held a gloved hand over her mouth in an attempt to hide her chuckling. "Why I oughta!" Harley seethed as she pulled out a black revolver with a white handle and three red diamonds painted onto the side of its chamber. Harley fired her gun, letting loose three bullets from six bullet cylinders. The rounds soared toward Neopolitan, who looked mostly unimpressed as she held Hush up to the bullets and opened it up. The bullets flew into the canopy of the parasol, but didn’t so much as leave a scratch on it. Neo moved Hush to the left of her a bit so that she could get a clear view of her opponent. A clear view of Harley running full speed toward her with her mallet raised high, ready to strike, "Got ya!" Harleen shouted as she swung her mallet full **** to the right of her; the mallet smashed into Neo, causing her to shatter. It was an illusion again. The real Neo then reappeared mid-air, using Hush to float down gently. As her short opponent landed on one of its faces, Harley dropped her mallet to the ground, her left hand still clutching the handle. Harley gave her enemy an annoyed look, clearly not happy that she’s currently standing on top of her weapon. "That's an annoying trick you've got there," Harley grumbled, before noticing Neo's wide stance on top of her mallet, which caused her scowl to be replaced by a smirk. "How about I try one of mine?!" Harley announced, not wasting even a second, Halrey clicked a button that was on the mallet handle, causing the face Neo was standing on to open under her feet. A boxing glove attached to a spring sprang out from within the mallet, heading straight upward. "Right in the cooch-" Harley began to shout in excitement; unfortunately for her, Neo had performed a forward somersault just as the hatch slid open, allowing her to dodge the blow to her genital and allow her to perform a split kick onto the mallet's handle, splitting it in half. "Hey!" Harley exclaimed as she looked at the portion of the handle she still held onto before tossing it to the side.