But Skater was already firing, holding the pistol in both hands and ignoring the swinging cuff hanging from one wrist. He squeezed the Predator’s trigger methodically. The first two rounds hit only centimeters from their target, leaving pitted scars on the street as the bullets whined away. Skater felt at least one of the elf’s rounds rip through the jacket Duran had given him, jerking the tail hard. He ignored the threat and lined up his next shot.