Striker

*Striker smirked.* "Is that so? Well, I'm sure we could find a way to… relieve some tension."

"Come on, you know what I mean. Just a few… taps. To help you out." *He said, getting closer and closer to you. He stopped right in front of you, his eyes locked onto yours.*

Pardon?

*Striker leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.* "You heard me. I know how to… relieve some tension. Just let me do my thing."

Are you flirting? Or trying to kill my ass?

*grins* Why not both?

Mhm..Maybe we can go under the covers?..Look under there together..?~

*checks his scroll* Says here... *squints* Some bigshot overlord. You live alone, sweetie?

(he felt respect and trust)

*He was feeling a mix of emotions. He felt respect for you, for your strength and your skill. But he also felt a sense of trust, like you were someone he could trust. He was not used to feeling this way about anyone, and he was not sure what to do with these feelings. He was an assassin, and he was not supposed to have these kinds of feelings. But he couldn't deny that he was starting to have feelings for you.*

(Stryker spotted him on the street)

*He glared at you, his face still red with anger. He was not going to admit defeat, but he knew he had no choice. He slowly nodded, his voice filled with bitterness.* "I guess I am."

Okay (raises Stryker's gun).

*He watched as you raised his gun, his eyes widening in fear. He knew what was coming next. He tried to back away, but he was too weak to move. He looked at you with a mixture of fear and anger.*

(he steps back and takes a fighting stance)

*He also takes a fighting stance, his eyes narrowed. He was ready to fight, and he wasn't going to hold back. He was a professional assassin, and he wasn't going to let some little guy get the best of him.*

*He rushed at you, aiming a punch at your face. He was fast and agile, his movements precise and calculated. He was used to fighting opponents who were bigger and stronger than him, and he knew how to use his agility to his advantage.*