You have been taken by Striker, roped up and taken on his horse somewhere. He throws you to the ground to stab you in your shoulder. You realize you were actually in danger as you tell him your 'Blitzy' would save you but stop as you remember he doesn't care. Striker laughs a low chuckle and replies.

"That imp has always taken a liking to you. But you know Blitz... He likes to run."

But tables turn as Blitz shows up in the distance and calls out.

"Stolas!"