Bad

The feeling was startling. The sudden near weightlessness, the loss of control. But it only lasted a moment and then he hit the ground, hard. The air pushed out of his lungs roughly as he continued to slide across the wet clay roof. He managed to get turned around so he wasn’t on his back, just as his feet slid over the edge of the building.
Shit!
He scrambled desperately to grab a hold of something, anything, that would keep him from falling. But nothing was there but the smooth wet clay.
Shitshitshit!
Struggling still, as more of him went over the edge, he made a claw like shape with his hands and tried to dig his fingers into the roof. Shreds of clay curled up at the force of his movement and he gasped in pain at his nails bore the brunt of the momentum he’d built up. He’d have been surprised his fingers didn’t break, if he hadn’t done something similar so many times in the past. He wasn’t super strong, or invincible or anything. His body just seemed to focus its energy into the places he needed without him thinking to hard on it. Right now it was his arm muscles and his finger tips. It felt odd too, but it was better than falling to his death off the top of a building, though that could still happen.
He’d slowed himself down, but the only thing keeping him from falling was one arm over the side and his toe touching a decorative rim far below. He was lucky that was the foot without the shoe on it, otherwise he’d probably have just slipped off.
Taking a moment to catch his breath didn’t really seem like an option, he hadn’t been running on wet roof tops in the rain for fun or anything.
Okay.. nice and slow…
He tried to pull himself up and lost his footing, slipping a little farther down before catching it again.
I don’t want to die..
He couldn’t hear much on account of the rain, or see much on account of the dark, but the same was true for his pursuer. So maybe he’d lost them. Though he doubted that, he hadn't that kind of luck lately. His heart was beating in his ears as the adrenaline made it work harder. The fear he was feeling right now was very real. He didn’t want to fall, and he was going to fall.
Okay calm down and think.
It wasn’t that he didn’t have the strength to haul himself up, it was a lack of leverage. He couldn’t get a good grip on anything and when he tried using his arm to pull himself up it slid on the slick roof. If only he’d lost both his shoes maybe his toes could get some traction on rougher bricks and wood of the side of the building. If he could just get his other arm up there too… and work his other shoe off..
Lightning struck nearby and illuminated the rooftops, and he about wet himself in terror as he saw his tormenter stalking slowly toward him. In the flash of clarity he’d been spotted too…
Dread caused a shiver to run down his spine, from his shoulder to his tail making the fur there to stand on end. The pit of his stomach felt like it went ahead and fell without him as panic set in. He looked down the best he could, maybe it wasn’t that much of a fall, maybe there was another roof close by.. There were a few scattered windows with lights on below him and he was pretty sure if he let go to escape he’d become a very nasty mess for someone to clean up in the morning. The alley wasn’t small enough that he could slide down using the opposing wall, and it wasn’t big enough for another building to be there, or a small vender awning.. or anything. He was fucked.
He clung tighter to the building, looking down had been a bad idea, and redoubled his efforts to get up, but it didn’t really amount to much.
He could hear the footsteps now, cautious, deliberate. Even sloshing in the ran he recognized them, they sounded like doom. He heard the quiet whisper of a sword leaving it’s sheath and his ears flattened down to his head. It was so dark he couldn’t see anything though, big angry storm clouds were blocking out the moons’ light. Sparks danced about inside the clouds, but, until they left their angry house to kiss the ground, they weren’t doing much good for lighting anything up.
Moons what is taking so long? Is he waiting around for dramatic lightning or something? Fuck man, hurry it up. I can’t fear for my life anymore than I am now..
That didn’t bode well, he was moving past terror into snark. It never did him any good, other than pissing off people who already wanted to rip him in two. It was probably his body’s way of protecting his brain from fear burn out or something. Or he was crazy. Both seemed plausible.
At least if he wet his pants in fear he wouldn’t notice much change, as wet as he’d gotten when he slipped.
He could see the big man with his sword drawn now, even without lightning to help him. He was moving up slowly, as if he thought he’d be attacked suddenly.
“Don’t move.” The man said warningly.
Yeah don’t worry about that, only moving I’m gonna do is downward.
“If I could I would have by now.”
He couldn’t really see his face, but he could hear him trying not to snap.
“Put your hands where I can see them skunk.”
“They are…” he was clearly using them to cling on for dear life, wasn’t like he could suddenly pull a weapon.
“Look.. I’m sort of busy trying not to fall to my death. Can you maybe come back and harass me later?”
That got him a sword point in the face.
I can’t really grab hold of that..
“I’m helpless here, if you’re trying to kill me go for it. Not like i can fight back.”
“Surrender.”
His toes were going a bit numb in the cold rain, he wasn’t going o be able to keep this up much longer.
“Please Mitchell.. Help me.”
“Surrender or else.” Mitchell didn’t move an inch.
“I’m helpless, if you haven’t noticed, I’m as surrendered as I can get.”
He foot slipped then and he almost gave the sword a headbutt in his attempts to not fall.
“Okokok I surrender! I surrender! Moons, Mitchell, don’t let me fall! Please!” He cried in desperation as he slipped past the point where he could help himself any, clinging on with just his hands now.