“First, I need you
to describe to me how you fly.”
“What?”
“What you do to fly,
what that’s like. So take my wind
powers. I guess you could say it’s a
little like breathing: somewhere between a release and a force, depending. But without knowing that, it’s just a guess. It could be like flexing a muscle. It could actually happen when I flex specific
muscles. Or maybe it’s like going
outside of myself, pushing the air around with a part of me that doesn’t
technically exist. It might not make a
difference, but I’ve found it makes a difference in how a person optimizes
their powers in combat.”
Macie nodded and
swallowed. “When I fly, I guess it’s
like I’m tightening a whole bunch of muscles, mostly in my core, and using them
to force myself up. Or, you know, in
whatever direction.”
White Wind frowned
in thought a moment. “So it’s not like
floating. It drains you, probably
significantly more than keeping your feet on the ground, and- you can’t hover?”
Macie shook her head. “Okay. The first thing that comes to my mind when you
tell me you can fly is reducing some of the abuse on your body. The second is cover, and the third is
increased maneuverability. Since your
flight is specifically motion, it’d be as an exaggeration of motion. It’s probably too difficult to try to go in
the opposite direction.
“Alright, let’s
practice that, and then I’ll show you some basic kicks and punches.”
White Wind shoved
Macie backwards. She hit the mat. Again and again. Her best results only managed to make her go
a little further back. But it was only
the first week, and she knew she wanted this, more than anything.
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