Lenny felt it - an almost supernatural confidence in his own mass and resilience. Even if he fell from ten stories up, his body would tank it. He could feel it in his bones. It was instinctual as he dropped and slammed into the road below.
Crack!
The ground buckled beneath his feet, asphalt splintering out like spiderwebs. Dust exploded outward. Amina shrieked, barely holding on, but Lenny didn't even stagger. He launched again, soaring into the skyline with nothing but muscle and will.
A blur. A blur of scales, wind, and adrenaline.
Amina could hardly breathe, eyes wide and mouth open, wind tearing tears from the corners of her eyes as they zipped over bridges and rooftops, faster than any bus, car, or cab could've dreamed of going.
