Calc Gone calcs, part 1

He blasted the concrete with all his power. There was a wallop of sound that hurt Caine’s eardrums.
“What are you doing?” Jack cried.
“Caine!” Diana shouted.
The concrete would not give. Not at this distance. Not with nothing to use as a projectile.
Caine aimed his power at the forklift.“Be ready, Jack,” Caine grated.
The forklift flew. Like an invisible god had kicked it. It hurtled in a straight line. So fast, it broke the sound barrier with a loud bang that was immediately swallowed up in the far louder crash of steel and iron blowing a hole through concrete. - Hunger

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Brianna leaped, just a split second ahead of Jack pulling the trigger.
Instantly she realized her mistake: the bullet was behind her, coming after her.
Much better to be chasing the bullet rather than have it chasing you.
Brianna flew. Almost literally flew. If she spread her arms and caughtsome wind she’d go airborne for fifty feet because she was moving faster, quite a bit faster, than a jet racing down the runway toward takeoff.
She ran in an odd way, pumping her arms like any runner, but turning her palms back with each stroke. For almost all the mutants of the FAYZ, the hands were the focus of their powers.
The air screamed past her ears. Her short hair blew straight back. Her cheeks vibrated, her eyes stung. Breathing was a struggle as she gasped at hurricane winds.
The world around her became a smear of color, objects flying past at speeds her brain could not process. Streaks of light without definite form.
She knew from experience that her feet would need to be iced down afterward to stop the swelling. She’d already popped two Advil in anticipation.
She was fast. Impossibly fast.
But she was not faster than a speeding bullet.
She risked a glance back.The bullet was gaining. She could see it, a blur, a small gray blur spiraling after her.
Brianna dodged right, just half a step.The bullet zoomed languidly by.
Brianna chased it, but it hit the dirt—not really anywhere near the target—while Brianna was still a dozen feet back.She dropped speed quickly, used the upward slope to slow herself gently,and came to a stop.
Jack was three hundred yards away. The whole race had lasted just over a second, though it had felt longer in Brianna’s subjective experience. - Hunger

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