Spook's relief that her attack had scored a vulnerable area was short lived, when the biker reached for her leg. It was only luck which caused him to miss and she quickly pulled the limb free, the crimson stained blade retracting back into her foot. If she'd gotten caught by him, all three of them could have ended up part of the crash which flung the clown over his handlebars. No time to hesitate, she reminded herself, a point reinforced when Cat yelled to hang on. She'd been hoping they could sneak up on the other gangers like they had the first, picking them off one at a time. It wasn't likely to work forever, which might have been why Cat was purposefully getting their attention.<br/><br/>Spook had to figure the plan was to slow down or divert the clowns, giving Mary and the rest of her crew a chance to catch up from whatever less insane route they were taking. The back of a high speed motorcycle weaving through traffic wasn't a great place to try discussing tactics, and it became even worse when a car swerved dangerously in front of them. Spook tried her best to lean the way Cat did as the woman in front of her slammed on the breaks, but it was all she could do to hold on and not get thrown free.<br/><br/>Things were bad, she knew, even before the gangers caught them up. They'd lost their speed, the element of surprise and now it was two against who the hell knew how many. It was obvious by now that Cat was having trouble handling her bike with an extra person on it, something had to give if they were going to get through this. Suddenly the clowns were on either side, closing in, one of them grabbing at her and the other pulling ahead to cut them off.<br/><br/>No guns. That was the one thing Spook knew<i>not</i>to do. She wasn't about to get herself killed for the sake of it, the thought of grabbing Cat's weapons and pumping the goons full of holes was hard to resist. There was one other choice which sprung to mind, a lot more dangerous and plenty crazy.<br/><br/>"Go on ahead," she shouted at Cat, raising her right leg up and planting her metallic foot briefly on the back of the seat. "I'll catch up with you in a minute!"<br/><br/>All or nothing, that was life and death in the Dreg. You walked the edge because every other way was down. Rather than resist the clown grabbing at her, Spook went with the pull, kicking off Cat's bike and launching herself twisting through the air. If she did this right, if her luck continued to hold, she'd land on the front of the ganger's bike, facing him. At the least it would leave Cat free to drive without compensating for a passenger.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>