"You did say I'd need to be crazy to play with you," Spook couldn't help but grin at Cat's confession. She'd known the hazards when she'd gotten onto the back of the bike, more or less, and it was Cat's risk taking which had allowed for that as well. "I won't fire a shot, long as no one else does," she nodded. She was more at home in a brawl than a gun fight normally, though attempting one while riding a high speed vehicle hadn't come up during any of her training with the order. It was more gratifying than it should have been that Cat called her by name, rather than 'Funbags' like earlier; a lot of trust had been given to her for no good reason so far, now it sounded like the chance to pay some of that back had nearly arrived.<br/><br/>Spook followed Cat's lead, leaning down and forward as the cycle picked up speed. She squinted at the fast moving blurs ahead of them, the whipping wind making her eyes water. A rival biker gang after all, she'd expected that when they'd still been in the Dreg, not so much up in Pangu itself. It was a relief they weren't going up against WatchTower, or any corporate security outfit for that matter. She had a lot more experience against gangbangers and, from what she'd heard, corps tended to have longer memories and a greater reach when someone went up against them.<br/><br/>Still she couldn't dare take this lightly, clown faces or not. One wrong move at this velocity was going to be end more than just her shot at joining Mary's crew. With guns out of the picture there weren't a lot of options she could think of when fighting on a motobike. Swinging with her arms meant letting go of Cat and, as she'd just experienced, that could get her thrown off pretty easily. Using her legs was a slightly safer bet, as far as anything they were doing could be thought of as safe. Fortunately, Spook did have one trick up her sleeve, or rather up her heel.<br/><br/>"Brace yourself, it's gonna get bumpy!" she shouted, kicking out with her right leg almost immediately after. As her metallic knee unbent, the blade in her foot sprung free from its hidden sheath to give her attack a longer, sharper edge. She aimed for the ganger's gut, where she hoped there would be the least resistance. Normally the knife was a last resort rather than her first option, there was too much which could go wrong when she didn't have a feel for who she was up against. He could have a full metal torso under his jacket, for all she knew, or be jumped up on enough drugs not to even feel the stab. In this case she hoped even those circumstances wouldn't allow him to keep control of his bike, especially if he was stupid enough to keep hold of the pipe he was hoisting.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>