A white-shirted figure flies into the air above a sea of men in dark suits.

The two little white-clad figures flew down the long room, through the spare-room door, and bounded on the bed at the same moment.

Two figures flew back as the wide beam hit them.

The figure flew from his hand and smashed into the wall.

They also cause the figures to walk, sway, hop, and fly through the air.

He opens the dropship hatch as the suited figures fly toward it.

His black figure jet-like in contrast to the snow, flew forward.

Four figures flew just above the clouds, in the silvery moonlight.

The tiny figure flew through it, and Doyle closed the circle behind him.

It is not the act of falling that is important here, but who does the catching and the force with which a figure flies through space.