Supersonic jump

I planted my sword tip-first into the concrete, then leapt up to meet him with strength that cracked the pavement. The wind howled again as I shattered the sound barrier, and I flew like a rocket into the air, moving far faster than Leviathan was falling. I had already crossed the distance before he could make it halfway to the ground.

But I didn’t strike him head on.

No, because that would only throw him back into the bay and give him a chance to gather more water to bolster his offense and defense. Instead, I shot past him, sneaking through the gap between his arm and torso, and as I did, I spun, putting all of my momentum behind my body, and delivered a devastating roundhouse kick to his back, just above the base of his tail.

I could feel his flesh splinter and crunch under my foot.

Leviathan, now, rocketed towards the ground, his controlled fall now a tumble, and he crashed to a halt on the pavement below, sprawled out. The cloak of water he’d carried behind him slammed into me, but it was weak and diminished and not at all enough to do more than sting a little. What it did do was slow me down, help me bleed off my momentum and reverse course.