Justin kicked his legs, used an awkward stroke of his sword, swung back and forth like a ship’s propeller, and tilted his head back to look up. That glance was not reassuring—the bulk of the roadway, thousands of tons of steel and concrete, had not yet come down, and if it did while they were still beneath the bridge, they would very likely die.

But escape was at hand, as it so often was for superheroes, Justin thought. A ship piled high with faded containers and with too much momentum to stop was racing to clear the bridge and reach the safety of the open sea, but it would pass them a hundred yards off.

Justin yelled, “Grab my neck!” He seized a length of cable with his claw and pulled hard, and they shot through the water. Another cable end, another pull, like some aquatic Tarzan swinging from vines, and they were at the ship, the tall steel wall rushing past.

Monster, Chapter 11