The Lost and the Damned

He shoved hard with his foot, sending Skraivok skidding towards the drop.

The Night Lord dropped the daemon sword to grip at the polished rockcrete with both of his hands, but there was no purchase on the blood-slick surface. He managed to brace himself on the merlon’s rounded corners with his elbows, and for a moment he thought he might save himself. He looked up to see the Blood Angel still staring at him.