Spawner- 20 ft Fall

“I’m bored,” Ingenue said.  “And I’ve got brainless company, and the rest of my company has no personality because Teacher worked on them.  Look… Spawner.  I’m going to want you to throw yourself from this ledge, to the hallway below us.  Make it a hard enough landing that it takes you a while to heal.  Leister, Usher, Captain Claw, when I say so, I want you to go to that platform all the way down there.  Hang off the edge.”
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“Jump, Spawner.  Go, Leister, Usher, Captain.”

Spawner jumped.  He crunched as he hit the ground below.  The three thralls jogged in Swansong’s general direction.  She stepped clear out of their way, and let them pass by, wary.
...

Just long enough for Spawner’s tongue to lash up from twenty feet below, grabbing her wrist, and pulling it away as she used her power again.  It missed Ingenue.

The tongue hauled down, bringing Swansong to her knees and nearly pulling her from the ledge.  Ingenue took the opportunity to roll to one side and scramble back, eyes wide.

Swansong severed the tongue, and then looked at Ingenue.  A blast of her power saw her lunge ten feet forward, as her other hand reached out.
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“Go,” she said, to Spawner, who was on the floor below.  She made sure he was healed.  Leister had already caught up.  Usher was a bit further behind, hand still extended as he granted her the perpetual, inconsistent power immunity.  “Handle it.”

- Ward, Interlude 15.y