Before anything else, i'd like to point out that the name of the specialist of the Deckers is actually Kirsten. look it up if you don't believe me, she was a unused homie. enjoy, fav, whatever the hell you people do with stories
He patiently bides his time, dispatching wave after wave of Deckers almost effortlessly. His eyes peering over the top of his sunglasses, looking for any sign of her. A van smashed through the fence on his right, making it necessary for him to roll out of the way. Then there was the unmistakable swish of something flying towards him. One thought passed through his mind: Bingo. moving to the side just enough to avoid the hammer as it hit the ground next to him, he felt the electricity pulsing through him. Shaking off the effects of the shock he was face to face with Her. "You're dead, Saint." words so rude tumbling from her blue-hued lips, eliciting a smile from him. "Cheeky, Kirsten, but you'll have to catch me first." And his was in motion, diving through the air to land on his cycle. Gunning it down the empty street. In his mirror was the blue streak that signified her pursuit. Pulling up beside him with almost superhuman speed, Kirsten unloaded upon him with an SMG. In motion again, he dives, leaving the bike to torpedo down the street. Coming up from the ditch, He wipes blood from his face, and gestures towards her in challenge. Countering her swing with a sword picked up from one of the cyberpunks, the dance began. Weaving the blade effortlessly around himself as she attempts to counter and land attacks with her shock hammer. Finally they both are disarmed simultaneously, they both stand in contemplation for a minute, before Kirsten fires at him. He dives back, catching a round through the arm. He looks at her, amused, and steps onto the edge of the freeway. "Until next time." And he's gone, falling backwards off the side. There is no splat, instead there is a roar, and a VTOL rises up from below. He waves as he blasts past her, going at speeds even she can't follow. She stared at the fading light of the engines before dejectedly sheathing her hammer and skating away.
Later, as more of the city fell to the Saints, the encounters became few and far between. He stopped looking for the familiar blue streak, and instead focused on making red pools. Then Kinze gave him an assassination target that was right in the middle of Decker territory. Walking towards the target, he analyzed the guards, finding little problem he easily walked right through the midst of them. He spun around, unholstered his Shepherd, and placed a round right in the face of his target. Dashing forward he DDT'ed one guard, jumping up to fire at two more, he ran out of ammo and was forced to fight bare-handed. He flipped the last guard over his shoulder, snapping his neck. Having killed all the punks, he turned to leave. He met the business end of a hammer with his face. Raising his face from the dirt, he could make out the neon skates and torn stockings that told him all he needed to know. "Been a while, Kirsten." He felt the tip of the bladed end of her weapon poke him in the back. "So it has, Saint." He laughed. "I'm a little insulted you don't know my name yet." Kirsten pressed a button on her hammer, tasing him with no mercy, taking satisfaction in his grunt of pain. "I'm also a little insulted you didn't call, it's been like three months." He rasped, and she tased him again. " Into the rough stuff, are we?" Again she tased him. "Shut up and accept your death with what little honor you have." Kirsten raised her hammer high above her head, aiming to crush his skull. "That's a hurtful thing to say." He murmured, and Kirsten swung. The hammer dealt a huge smash against his skull, and Kirsten was sure he was dead. She sheathed her Hammer, and started to walk away. "You know what's funny about us Saints?" Came the disoriented voice from behind her. "We refuse to die that easy." He stood proudly, if a bit lopsidedly, in the middle of the street. "Run off Kirsten, the Cavalry's coming." He stumbled away, disappearing around a turn and left the bewildered Kirsten alone in the middle of the road.