Moving around breakerized chunks of buildings

"I'm asking if you can manage, or if you need help!" I called down. "Others are struggling, but if you're stuck here-"

"We're managing," Tristan said. He had a sheen of sweat to his face, and a bead of it had landed on his chestplate. This was at the same time his breath was fogging. "But if you could intercept anything and spare me having to-"

"Got it."

I flew across the street, but I didn't fly in a straight line path. The sections of building were floating, and they had different physics than they would have normally had in reality. I flew into the largest chunks, catching them with a half-dozen hands, and then shoved them hard before flying in another direction. By the time I reached the third chunk, the rooftop of a Chili Cricket's fast food place was crashing into the side of a crack in reality.

There was a good chance he'd use another stomp to give himself more ammunition, but for the time being, I denied him his ammunition.

- Radiation 18.4