Infante

It charged past him, and it collided with the wall.  The building began to collapse, rubble falling around the Infante, around the battle lines closest to the noble, around the monsters the Infante had gathered around him.

Acid water streamed into the building.  Dust rose and was beaten down by rain.  Harvesters churned.

The Infante pulled his hand away from the Tangle, which was trying to figure out how to move again, with much of the rubble still resting atop it.  It stirred, and the Infante walked away from it, putting distance between himself and it.

Crown of Thorns 20.7

The Tangle rose up behind him.  He leaped aside as it charged through crates, planks that had been tied together, and into one pillar that was helping to hold the roof up.  The pillar didn’t fall, but it bent, and with it, the roof shifted.  Hundreds of gallons of water that had collected on areas of the roof that were more or less level poured down onto the broken wall and rubble on the far end of the building.

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