Shrike

“You’re mad!” the technomancer shouted. He raised his staff to strike at her, but the Stalker Grike reached coolly forward, lifted him by the collar of his robes, and flung him out of the howdah. Cluny saw his indignant face gawp at her, heard his shriek as he went down. She peeked over the howdah’s edge and saw him scrambling away through mud and mammoth dung, and that was the last sight she ever had of him. Then she climbed out of the howdah herself, ripped the skirts from the stupid dress he’d made her wear, and clambered bare-legged to where the frightened rider sat.

Scrivener’s Moon

"Stalker!" screamed the Mancunian gunman, trying to hop away. Grike picked  him up and flung him off the edge of the strut; he flailed at the empty air for a mo-ment and then fell with a terrible shriek, and landed bouncing in the safety net.  Grike hurled one of his friends after him; the rest turned to run, and collided with the first squad of Airhaven militia arriving from the High Street.

A Darkling Plain