"Shit. Shit. Shit." Spook's vision cleared enough for her to see that her bluff hadn't bought her so much as an extra second. Her finger managed to squeeze the trigger at least, for all the good her wasted bullets did her. Living long enough to regret the expense of ammo seemed like as good a prayer as any at the moment. The rider closed in and she did what she could to turn her body away from his swinging blade. Her movement and the blow against her arm sent her sprawling onto her side, she continued to roll over the dirty pavement until she could get her legs underneath her and attempt to stand.<br/><br/>By the time Spook had gotten to her feet the biker was far out of range, hoisting his own gun and revving his engine. Fighting against someone able to change the distance between them so quickly and easily was going to take a different response than she was used to, but at least he was wasting some time on his macho display. The pain through her body melted into the background, her implant doing its job. She was at last able to focus both her eyes and her mind.<br/><br/>A quick glance showed that her right arm was extra fucked from the hit she'd just taken, still probably the best result she could have hoped for. Spook bent her legs, looking for a spot to take cover and settled on the car she'd flipped over during the crash landing. Once the ganger came close enough to start shooting, she'd duck behind the hood and hope she could find an opening to return fire. Not the best plan she'd ever made, but it<i>did</i>rank higher than jumping between motorcycles moving at high speed. So she had that going for her.<br/><br/>The driver started forward, Spook tensed her body... and suddenly the ganger was on the ground. She hadn't even seen the other person until they'd collided. She was fast enough to follow what happened next, almost wincing at the blow which left the clown splayed out on the pavement. Even without the glowing logo, it was obvious the new arrival had PMC written all over her. Sleek, black, professional, soulless. And the reason most fighting in The Dreg stayed underground.<br/><br/>"Nice moves," she mustered up her nonchalance. Spook made a show of setting her gun's safety on as she dropped her arm to her side. She wasn't looking to surrender, exactly, but getting a new spine wasn't part of her immediate plans either. Besides that her fingers were still twitching, the last thing she needed was to fire off a burst by mistake.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>