The act of shooting the already surprised man had taken only a fraction of D’Angelos attention, and so when Daxius hurled the knife in his direction he saw it coming. The sound of it whistling through the air made it easier to track, and in the darkness of the night he heard more than saw it. By shifting his weight to his right foot and ducking slightly he heard the knife go whistling by.
With his right foot already partially off the edge it was a simple matter of shifting the rest of his weight and tipping forward off of the roof. D’Angelo completed one full rotation before landing nimbly on his feet roughly forty feet from the cat-demon. He holstered his hand cross-bow and let that hand stay hidden within the depths of his cloak, resting on one of the many pouches he wore.
“You’re an angry kitty.” He said with an amused smile on his face and mockery in his tone, his right hand was holding his short sword loosely and comfortably at his side. His pace was leisurely as he moved closer to Daxius. “Was that a fur ball you hacked at me up there?” He shook his head, feigning concern.
“Perhaps we should take you to the vet?” He spoke each word just loud enough for Daxius to hear, but that was it. No need yell an awake anyone else that hadn’t been roused from their sleep by the cat-demons yelling.