The anger swirled within Skater and he went with it, letting it give him some extra kick. "No!" he shouted, and pushed the bigger man back by sheer strength. He blocked Tone’s next blow, but the force of it partially numbed his arm. Images of Larisa’s corpse intermingled with his other memories. He remembered her telling him that he was Emma’s only chance. He remembered his grandfather’s words about being the wind. Whether he’d wanted it or not, Larisa had given him roots. Shadowrunning had given him the chance to be the wind, and its call was seductive. No ties, no responsibilities.