Wrecks motorbike

I dove, wretch active, and when I cut through the leaves and found a large branch in my way, I let the wretch collide with it. He'd made enough noise with that gun, and I could make some by breaking the branch clean off the tree.

The bike roared as he kicked it into life, using it to get himself clear of the falling wood. Couldn't get a bead on me, so he was running.

I was already moving, though. The moment I knew where he was going, I moved to intercept. In his haste to get going and find his balance, he'd laid the uzi against one of the handlebars. He wasn't in a position to aim it at me.

I caught the weapon and the hand that gripped it. He tried to adjust, another wheelie with a spin as everything rested on the back wheel as a kind of forced stop or attempt to bring the bike around to collide with me. I hauled him back and away from the bike before he could finish the motion. He tumbled into moss, stones, and weeds, emtpy-handed.

Wretch out, uzi held firmly in my hand, I flew at the bike as it tumbled to the ground. I swung my hand, backhanded, and the wretch followed suit, demolishing it.

Bat-biker didn't get up or do much except lie on his side, panting hard. The fall hadn't been hard enough to incapacitate him.

A fear response? I didn't even have my aura out.

- Shadow 5.8