Moving Leviathan

“NOW!” said Alexandria.

And two enormous forms, dressed in gleaming armor like a pair of valkyries, appeared from around a pair of buildings. Their weapons had been discarded, but Fenja and Menja, both nearly forty feet tall, closed in regardless, and each wrapped one arm around his torso while using the other hand to hold his wrists, so that he couldn’t strike at them with his claws.

Then, they and Alexandria started pushing, and slowly but steadily, Leviathan started sliding backwards.

This was our chance.

I jumped from his back and put all my weight and strength into a kick that threw his tail to the ground. Immediately, a forcefield shot down from above and pinned it, as much as it was able. The instant I landed back on the pavement, I wasted no time; I rushed forward, bending down to take hold of Leviathan’s tail when I came upon it. The forefield vanished and I dug my fingers in as deeply as I could, to the crunch of his crystalline flesh yielding.

And as I watched, a series of glittering panes of light shot down in front of me, angled at about sixty degrees, forming a line forwards that looked almost like a set of stairs. Each pane was large enough to accommodate my feet without being cumbersome to step over, tall enough to give me room without getting in my way.

A grin stretched over my lips.

Narwhal.

Clever girl.​

I planted my foot on the nearest one, and with all of my strength, I pulled.

Water rushed in, trying to sweep me away, but the surface of the forefields was uniform, perfectly even, and there wasn’t enough force behind the water to trip me up. I ignored it and kept going, one step at a time.

Leviathan tried to pull his tail up, drag me up off the ground, but yet more forcefields, dozens and dozens more, had formed along my shoulders like glimmering scales, and they pushed me down, kept me firmly planted. They gave me the leverage to keep walking without being pulled off of my feet.

It was working.

For those few seconds, we were moving him, the four of us working together. Fenja and Menja may not have been as strong as Alexandria or I was, but they had more leverage and a more equal size, and so more mass to throw at him than we did. Between that and two superhumanly strong fighters who were powerful enough to move him by strength alone, we were managing to drag him, slowly but surely, back towards the Boat Graveyard.