Finn's foot hit nothing. The bridge folded under him, the silver giving way in a smooth curve, and he went down with it, sliding down the slope before I had fully registered he was falling. Jim was already moving from above, dropping toward the chasm at flight speed, but he was not going to make it.
I extended Sense outward, running the options fast. Switch something into the chasm for Finn to land on. Switch Finn himself somewhere safe. Both felt wrong in the same specific way, too much that could go wrong, too many variables I could not control in time. Then I saw Jim's trajectory and made a different calculation. He was close, not close enough, but closer than anyone else.
I focused on Jim's back, the space between his shoulder blades, and calibrated the spell for exactly the force I wanted rather than all of it.
Pulse.
