thearena | I'm not here for your entertainment, you don't wanna mess with me tonight.

Who: Harley, Detta and victims
What: Girls gone wild, Harley has set free Susannah's wild, violent and offensive side and they are mugging and murdering their way through.
Where: The Maze, wherever, whenever. There is no escape. There is no where to hide. They will find you.
When: After the Arena began but before it ends.
Notes: Detta is...offensive in almost every sense of the word. Also violence.

Harley was a doormat.

Most the people in The Capitol might not have realized it, but her best friend Ivy had once said if she had a middle name? It would be "Welcome."

Harley had self diagnosed herself long ago as having an extreme need for acceptance and affection. She drank up praise like sweet nectar and wrapped herself up in compliments like a fuzzy warm blanket on a cold wet Monday morning. So it made sense that she wanted so badly for the citizens of the Capitol, and of District Nine to like her.

That's why she tried so hard to win over even the least affectionate of mentors Eva.

And that's why she had to win this arena. Sure the circumstances were a little different then the usual arenas, but she'd seen first hand that it was no less dangerous. Elsa's blood was still dried into her boots.

Glancing over her shoulder to confirm Detta wasn't about to run her through with a spear Harley flashed a delighted grin. Despite the dark situation she still had found a way to have some fun. Susannah probably wouldn't be speaking to her anytime soon...but at least Detta seemed to like her for the time being.

Now they just needed to find some victims to keep Detta, and the bloodthirsty masses at home happy.

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Harley came bouncing around the corner cheerfully and skidded to a stop spotting their latest dance partner.

"Well hello there. Don't suppose you'd be willing to put down your spear and back away?" She teased.

Nasir had spent too long reading people to follow her request and in this case it didn't take anything more than common sense to see that something was going to go wrong. No one should be this happy and casual in an arena.

"No, I won't." He said both calmly and firmly. "I came to claim my token. I have no quarrel with you. I will take it and be on my way." Yet he made no move to grab them yet.

"Well, that works out great then." She grinned delighted and then rushed forward, twisting one way, and then the other in a double feint before springing up aiming to go over his head. She hoped he would be too confused to attack her while she was in the air because if she landed behind him his back would be wide open for a kicking.

Fortunately for Harley, Nasir was surprised by her move. He had never seen anyone jump that high. Unfortunately, that was not enough to take him off guard and he turned to keep his flank from being exposed. As soon as she landed he was ready to dodge the kick. He swung his spear in response, meaning to slice her throat.

"Eeek!" She landed and saw the spear only quick enough to jerk back so hard her feet came out from under her and she landed on her rump. With a stinging in her tailbone she growled and kicked up at his kneecap with a combination of irritation, and sadism.

Harley had landed too close to Nasir so he didn't have the time to avoid the kick. He had just started to dart away when her foot connected with his knee, causing it to buckle and forcing him to readjust his balance before he fell. It cost him the advantage he had, unable to finish Harley off while she was down, and he had no chance but to back away before she kicked him again.

Harley took the same advantage to roll backwards and pop up onto her feet with a wry grin.

"Wanna try that one again? Or can ya still stand?" It would be lucky if she'd messed up his knee, but she'd had a string of good luck this arena and was just waiting for it to run out.

Nasir's knee was sore but he wasn't limping or favoring it. Instead he stood ready for another assault-- or an attack of his own.

"I stand prepared for all attacks." This is mine.

As soon as he finished he charged, prepared for her to roll out of the way as she'd demonstrated the ability already. He swung low, toward her legs to try to cut off her attempt-- literally.

Harley had been ready to roll but a second's hesitation saved her and instead she sprang up once more feeling the swish of the spear just below her boots.

This time instead of swinging with her legs she brought her fists together on either side of his head striking at the temples.

"Well ain't you just a strapping young suitor waving his spear around like it's prom night?"

There's a cackle of laughter coming up behind Harley, another woman holding a spear of her own. "Dat's what she likes to call compensation," the woman says. "Yore butt-buddy's dead, bitch-boy. He's a pincushion!"

I'm not here for your entertainment, you don't wanna mess with me tonight.

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