Levithan rush

I’m big. I’m slow. I’m lumbering.

Until I’m not . . .

Time, which had been inching forward almost imperceptibly, blasted ahead in a gut-lurching blur. My pneumatic quadriceps launched me straight ahead. I was fifteen feet from the tree line, an impossible distance to cover without taking a bullet. Machine guns erupted on both sides. I dove, rolled once, and came up directly between the two shooters. In a blink of the eye I’d flattened our triangle to a straight line. They hadn’t expected me to move so quickly, not in calf-deep snow, and now they were in each other’s crossfire.

The gunfire ceased. I didn’t. A savage impulse threw me straight ahead into the trees.
-Sledge vs. The Labyrinth, pg. 183