Suddenly he heard footfalls, fast ones that tapped their way towards the far end of the platform.

He was running! The cheeky bastard!

Daniel immediately got up from his crouch, using his gift of speed to quickly accelerate to catch up and match the mage's steps. As he left the safety and shade of the platform, he watched as, above him, his opponent leaped the gap between his platform and the center one. Not wanting to give the mage something else to hear, he leaped at roughly the same time the mage did, emulating his jump across the platforms. 

By the time Metz was around and facing the other way, Daniel was already underneath the platform, catching his breath from the short sprint while his opponent landed on the center platform unscathed. Hopefully his dash had gone unnoticed, because if it had, voila, element of surprise still in his favour. The ice shell he'd left underneath the original platform was still there, albeit melting very slightly. From this distance, however, it would look like the wolf, standing up albeit less straight, holding onto his side in pain as he recovered with an ice shell protecting him.

Taking in long, slow breaths, Daniel dropped down low again and prowled towards the far edge of the underside of the platform. If his opponent were facing the other way, it was his time to strike. He reached the edge, bunched himself up and leaped straight upward, the strength in his legs letting him go most of the way so he could grab onto the ledge with his fingers. With only one handhold, he struggled. He lifted his other hand to catch onto the ledge and steadily hauled himself upward, freezing his hands onto the platform itself to give him a stronger grip as he pulled by sheer strength of his body alone. Eventually, after a moment or two of struggle, he got a knee up, then the other, finally level with his opponent, whose back was facing him. He maintained his position low to the floor, legs bunched up to jump if the mage so much as turned to blast him away or whatever spell he was going to cast next.

Not wanting to ruin it by getting in close and potentially revealing himself, he drew his pistols and took aim at the mage's center of mass. Then he fired, both at the same time, the recoil shifting him back a step but both bullets screaming straight towards Metz's torso, one on either side of his back.