Moxxie and Millie ran away with Stolas and it was your job to keep him from chasing them, and preferably kill him if possible.

You and Striker have been fighting for a while now and it seemed you're gonna win, because Striker was leaning against the wall, sitting, holding his right arm that was bleeding, breathing heavily.*

Striker smirked, despite being hurt

"Heh.. ya ain't bad at fightin', I give ya that.."