Stomped by Leviathan

But Leviathan spun around as though he knew I’d been coming and had planned for it. His arm lashed out, and my forward motion jerked to a neck-snapping halt as he caught me with one hand, wrapping me in his over-long fingers, and then swung me around and down with stomach-churning speed.

He pushed me down, slamming me into the pavement with his hand, and then his foot came down a second later and hit like a sledgehammer to my gut, pushing me even deeper in until the asphalt cracked and cratered. I gasped and drew in a lungful of putrid water, stale and disgusting and sour with unnameable pollutants, momentarily stunned.