It was not the first time I'd pursued her over rooftops.
I thought I was about to catch her—grab her by her stupid lapels, see the fear spark in her eyes again—but she took one more step backwards, and then she was dangling by her fingertips over a sheer drop.
I, the Master, exercised the power of my will over time and space, and a narrow ledge existed just below my enemy's feet. She dropped onto it, breathed deeply, and ran away again.
Simple transmigration of an object. A schoolchild's trick. It probably appears impressive to you. Humans!