Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2017 20:38:54 GMT
Kite’s lungs expanded slowly as he let the air around him into his system. His eyes were closed shut. Releasing the air that had been once swelled up inside him; he opened one of his eyes. The boy stood shoulder-width apart, both of his hands balled up in fists and drawn to his side. A sight one could frequently view when Kite trained his control over his powers. One could compare the display to something similar to meditation. It allowed Kite to understand where the electrical currents within his body traveled and how he could safely amplify them on their escape.
A certain pressure could be felt on the air around Kite as he tightened his body, electricity dancing around him in small volumes. The loud crackling of the lightning radiating from the now electric conduit of a boy bellowed throughout the room. The electricity quickly enveloped him, increasing in volume and cloaking almost as if it was his own aura. A visible, physical representation of the drive the boy held within him to become stronger.
A thundering crash, accompanied by a crushed howl could be heard from even outside Semora Hall. A round crater disfigured the ground in which Kite had once stood upon. Smoke and ash blighted the scene as a flame-like aroma filled the room. The boy could be found in a similar crater just on the other side of the room. However, unlike the former, this one had a shape closely similar to the figure of its creator. Kite, now stuck in the wall, looked before him at the mess he had made. Kicking himself out of the cavity he created in the wall; the boy would take a knee and land onto the ground.
“DAMN IT!”
Kite shouted to no one in particular, slamming his fist into the surface beneath him. The boy ran his free hand through his hair as thoughts of his efforts proving useless plagued his mind. Powdery black residue stained his uniform; something that hadn't been there prior to this exercise. Several small tears around his garments and cuts over his body began to appear.
Perhaps he was overworking himself?
A certain pressure could be felt on the air around Kite as he tightened his body, electricity dancing around him in small volumes. The loud crackling of the lightning radiating from the now electric conduit of a boy bellowed throughout the room. The electricity quickly enveloped him, increasing in volume and cloaking almost as if it was his own aura. A visible, physical representation of the drive the boy held within him to become stronger.
A thundering crash, accompanied by a crushed howl could be heard from even outside Semora Hall. A round crater disfigured the ground in which Kite had once stood upon. Smoke and ash blighted the scene as a flame-like aroma filled the room. The boy could be found in a similar crater just on the other side of the room. However, unlike the former, this one had a shape closely similar to the figure of its creator. Kite, now stuck in the wall, looked before him at the mess he had made. Kicking himself out of the cavity he created in the wall; the boy would take a knee and land onto the ground.
“DAMN IT!”
Kite shouted to no one in particular, slamming his fist into the surface beneath him. The boy ran his free hand through his hair as thoughts of his efforts proving useless plagued his mind. Powdery black residue stained his uniform; something that hadn't been there prior to this exercise. Several small tears around his garments and cuts over his body began to appear.
Perhaps he was overworking himself?
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