The dwarf released his hold when they were nine or ten meters from the street. Skater did the same, flailing his arms to try to control his fall. He landed hard, smashing into two of the street repair sawhorses and losing his breath at once. The sawhorses went to pieces, but his body armor kept him from being seriously injured. His chest ached as he forced himself to his feet. The helicopter was gone, but the gunners on the rooftop were in full swing. Bullets danced along the street, searching for him.