DN - Arc Punch

Bosco doesn’t seem to expect me to be as fast as I am, because his arms are barely starting to come up when I slam my fist into his nose with the power of a locomotive. He goes backward end over end and I stay with him and wind up for a kick. My toe catches him in the gut and he goes up.

Once he’s up there, he’s stuck in a nice, predictable arc. Not that I planned it this way; kicking him high in the air just seemed like a good idea. To be honest, I don’t really know what I’m doing. I haven’t been in a fight since the fifth grade. It’s, uh…it’s different than I remember.

Bosco begins his downward trajectory, and with a jolt of fear I realize there’s a not unrealistic chance he could land on someone. It takes every bit of acceleration I have, but I manage to get to him before he hits the ground. What I was planning on doing when I got there, I haven’t the foggiest. The impact is enormous, an almost cataclysmic smashing of bodies that jolts me all the way through. My collarbone complains sharply, and my rib injury from the jetliner rescue starts to act up again. But somehow I manage to get my arms around his waist and keep them there, so we’re gaining altitude fast.

- Dreadnought, Chapter 20