Harley let out a yelp and spun around the first one only to get tripped by the stick of the second one. Falling head over heels only Harley's extremely bouncy acrobatics saved her from total humiliation as she rolled backwards once she hit the ground and sprang back to her feet.

"Oh Puh-lease. Hockey ain't even a real sport. It's basically just a bar fight with ice skates on. I could handle punks like this before I became some kind of ghost."

From behind her back she produced an oversized pistol with a cork in the barrel and took aim at the closest boy firing the cork like a rubber bullet at his head.