There are scientific laws explaining that bodies fall at the same speed no matter how different the size. But the makers of the laws had never tried explaining Fezzik, because his feet, so useless at finding holds on sheer mountainsides, were unmatched at flutter-kicking in falling aid. He cupped his fingers so his hands were perfect hollow mitts, and then he set to work, swinging his arms and fluttering his feet so that if you tried to watch them, you couldn’t and then Fezzik strained still more—-and the distance between them began to close.

Buttercup’s Baby, Chapter 1