48 - 15/16 - Jump

I was twenty feet tall with the strength of thirty Hork-Bajir. My hands were massive steel claws.

I caught the cube easily. My "fingers" closed neatly around it as if it were a softball.

Even the Drode looked slightly amazed.

(...)

But it was too late.

I leaped, my long, strong legs propelling me across the huge room in one fluid motion.

I was on it in a heartbeat.

One hand closed over the Drode's body. The other over its head.