Leviathan retaliated with a whiplike lash of his tail, bisecting the man. Of the twelve or so that had been on the roof a minute ago, only three remained.
Aaand he’s dead. I bet he’s not feeling half as confident now.
Not even looking her way, Leviathan raised one claw in Tattletale’s general direction. The water on the roof shifted, surged toward Tattletale in an isolated wave as tall as she was, lifting her, pushing at her.
Your turn. 
The sting of the spray and the salt of the water blinded her. There was a brief dizzying moment where she realized she couldn’t tell which way was up. She realized she was falling.
Sounds like he pushed her off the building – this would be a good time for a flier to come by.
Stupid, the thought was an accusation, biting, directed wholly at herself.
There’s no word that’s harsher to her. 😦
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