Rips off Leviathan's tail

With my punching hand, I took hold of his tail — just below where I had been punching him. Then, with one hand above the wound and another below, with muscles bulging, chest heaving, lips curled into a snarl, I pulled.

It took longer than I thought it would, and every second, it just made the furious blaze in my gut burn hotter.

But even though it took several seconds — several long seconds where Leviathan glowered at me, ignoring the lasers being fired into his body, and tried futilely to crush my throat again — eventually, inevitably, even the impossibly strong material that made up his body gave with a snap.

This time, Leviathan reeled backwards as I fell back to the ground. The tail that had been wound so tightly around my neck loosened and was pulled free, discarded like so much refuse.