Samuel cried out in pain, the gun flying out of his hands and clattering to the ground noisily. The feline was disarmed, but he seemed to escape Kesch's grip easily, slipping through his fingers like a eel, and quickly running to the side of the alley, hopping up onto a dumpster and trying to jump into reach of the building's roof-edge from there.<span style="font-style: italic">C'mon...</span>