Dishonored: The Corroded Man p. 64

He'd made it ... just. He was hanging from the window ledge by his fingertips, his folding sword awkwardly gripped against the building's stone. He pulled up, lifting himself onto the narrow ledge, then turned, figuring out where he was, what his routes and his options might be.

From the corner of his eye he saw the assassin vanish from the big balcony in a swirl of black shadows caught in the moonlight. Corvo glanced down, and blinked to a lower balcony located to his left, on another side of the square. Then he did it again.

And again ...

And again, up on the rooftop, down to a wide copper gutter that creaked under the sudden materialization of his weight.

Down again, on the street now, behind the wagon, hidden from view of the cemetary robbers, then back up to the columned balcony from which he had started.

...

His chest heaved with effort. So many blinks in such a short space of time was draning, and the Mark of the Outsider throbbed on his hand.