You lash out a leg, kicking him in the stomach and using the pull of it to spin you around quickly, your feet pumping as you duck down and run, the weapon whizzes over your head and the chase is on, you pound out of the alley and across a busy street, with cars blazing there horns at you, the junky is now on the other side of the street looking at you with anger, still lusting after your head gear.