Faster than Leviathan

I landed on the street with a splash, throwing up more water as the people nearest gave startled shouts. In front of me, Leviathan stopped and turned, and with his two good eyes, he looked at me, stared at me, made special note of my presence.

I took off first, racing across the ground, and he turned fully towards me, swatting someone out of the way like they were a nuisance (“Saurian down,” reported my armband).

He started towards me, but I was faster and crossed the distance quicker, and I danced out of the way of his claws and his echo both with a serpentine grace, sliding down between his legs with a spray of water. My legs coiled beneath me, and then I sprang up and onto his back, like I had with Herakles before.