There's not enough time for Amelia to shimmy out of the way before Harley's move after the surprise of such a sturdy bit of leather around the woman's torso. She groans as the blow lands and collapses back into the dirt, her ears ringing from the rapid succession impact of first Harley and then the ground. For a moment she thinks she might be able to rally to keep going, but not being able to hear anything over the internal scream of pain in her head ends that idea quickly.

After dropping the dagger in her hand, she releases Harley's leg and raises both hands as a sign of surrender. "I have to yield," she says slowly, her words a bit slurred. "My head isn't hard enough to withstand that last maneuver." She gently touches a hand to her forehead and cringes at the contact. "I'll need a few minutes before I can get up, too."