Wesker appeared to shift, to merely lean to one side - but in nothing more than a blink of an eye he had moved, a pale blur, from his crouched position to standing several feet away. Harley's boot hit nothing but air.

His mouth twisted and white teeth flashed.

"As you wish."

His chin dropped and he moved again, streaking forward and preparing to strike. With all his super-human strength behind it, Wesker could easily bury his fist in an opponents chest....

Perhaps Harley would like to see what her own heart looked like.