The raiders started hazing the convoy- some bikers got mowed down. They were to wild to negotiate with. 
The vehicles that tried to mow them down might have been trying to escape, but they were quickly circled by the bikers. Pocketted full of holes that the pickups just stopped dead. The rest of the convoy, with some aligning themselves right up against each other, made a motley crue of a defense grid. 

Shots were being returned. 
It would seem the bikers were at a loss to the untrained eye. But the convoy was quickly subdued. The remaining 16 bikers hauled their fallen men onto convoy vehicles, threatening the men and women with their AR-74s & FAMAS's. 
4 of the bikers held everyone captive in an indian circle 50 feet from their vehicles so that the rest of the bikers could pat down the convoy.

That's when the Major noticed the dust cloud wasn't disappearing but coming into the scene. He had suspected a raider had fled the attack, it's happened before... and they were hunted down. But this was an entirely new target. Someone else had a bike...

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Almost there. He wasn't going to stop for nothing. Sebastian pulled out the katana from behind, charging with it open out like a zanbato. He was going to gash through the situation. 
PINGkUrrrrr the katana was sniped out of his hand. All that was left was the handle, which was dropped as soon as he had noticed the devastation. The shot made Sebastian lose control of his bike and it slammed into an alligator roll throwing Sebastian down.
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[i]The Major had fired. [/i] He signaled his leuitenants and they all drove in after the crash site. Night was coming.