Dust rounded the corner, grabbing the brick wall with his hand so he could make the turn without losing speed. His feet flew over the cobblestones so fast that they barely even touched down. He sprinted down the street, dodging the people in his way. Three young men followed close behind, carrying blackjacks and yelling threats.
Dust ducked into an alleyway and scrambled up a wooden fence. Standing on top of it, he grabbed the roof of the two story building and hauled himself up.
All he had to do was wait for them to run past and then he could-
"He's up there!"
Dust cursed his rotten luck and looked for a way to go. The streets in this part of the city were narrow, and the buildings were built very close together. A brave person could leap from one building to the next with a running start. Dust jumped and landed on the next building over, tripped, stumbled, and fell.
The gangsters were following behind, two of them following up the way he came, and one climbing a ladder on the buildin