Harley knew she knew how to fight. She knew she’d trained, and she knew she’d even had experience fighting. That wasn’t a question. The question, really, was whether or not Marian was able to defend herself. If there was a possibility that they were going to get into a fight, they needed to each know what the other could do.
They went to a rooftop garden, where stone plinths and statues were set about artfully. “I have been meaning to redecorate,” she said. “We can destroy things here, and you can show me what you can do.”
Harley started to stretch, though she knew she didn’t need to; the movement just helped her be ready for a fight. “And you’ll show me what you can do, right?”
Marian smiled. “Have you ever seen a meteor hammer?” she asked Harley, holding a long chord and twirling something at the tip of it.