Jumps to the top of a warehouse

I had no time to consider exactly how ridiculous it was, because Oni Lee was in front of me, again, swinging his knife for my neck. I didn’t bother meeting him — I ducked under his arm, coiled my legs beneath me, then jumped up and as high as I could go, and once I’d reached the apex, I used a jutting windowsill to propel myself even higher.

I landed on the roof of another warehouse, an old thing much like the others around me, made of brick and lined with gravel on the top. It would give me maybe a few seconds to get my bearings, a moment of breathing space to gather my thoughts.