Harley's eyes went wide at the speed this freak possessed and only her own metahuman agility saved her life. But his fist caught her in the shoulder and there was a crunch that she was sure could have been heard throughout the park. If it wasn't the scream she let out really was.

She spin like a top on one foot when the punch connected and stumbled backwards clutching at her ruined shoulder. Under her fingers she could feel fragments of splintered bone stabbing out and was sure if she applied even slight pressure something would poke through.

It was worse then fire. Worse then needles. And as horrible as it was she hated to admit she felt a rush of life surge through her with every throbbing pulse of pain.

"T-that the best you got tough guy?" She laughed, and laughed. Throwing her head back she cackled wildly and charged Wesker with reckless abandon. The wild look in her eyes revealed the true insanity behind all her playful childishness.

Hopefully Barbara wouldn't spoil her one chance.