As Dav fires, Riss picks up Raul and leaps towards the roof in one swift motion. The bullet meant for Raul hits Riss instead, glancing off a leather-like band on his outfit. It leavs a long white streak where it hit, contrasting the black of the rest of the material. Riss scrabbles at a windowsill and leaps again, reaching the roof, still holding Raul by his midsection.
Sun is up. No place to hide or blend. This is not ideal.