She fired up her first attack utility, and a heavy crossbow appeared in the samurai’s hand. Aiming carefully, she triggered the bow, watched the bolt whistle past her autonomous frame, saw it slam into Jurgensen’s chest. A frag of a good hit. For an instant, the decker’s icon quivered, losing resolution. Keep on him, she told himself, don’t give him a chance to use a medic program. And don’t let him deal with the hog. The crossbow re-cocked itself, and she pumped another bolt into her opponent. Again his icon lost some of its resolution, but this time it didn’t return to its previous, pristine state. Hurt you bad! she crowed inwardly.