Boulder Speed

She blew out an exasperated breath, then vanished. This time I felt the
wind from her passage. A second later, she was back with a boulder in one hand.
An actual boulder. One that she must have ripped out of the ground,
because the bottom half was covered in clinging dirt and spidery roots. It
would be as high as her waist if she set it down. She tilted her head to one side.
“That’s not what I meant. I’m not saying you’re not strong enough—”
She flipped the boulder lightly over her shoulder, and it sailed well past
the edge of the forest and then crashed down to earth with the sound of
shattering wood and stone

page 235