Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151229011006/@comment-26571677-20160109005602

Amilanthior woke up violently, he was dragged out of the void and back into the bright gleam of the sun in his eyes. What he first registered was that sluggish, weighted feeling of his limbs that came from the vestiges of the empty blackness in unconsciousness.

The next thing that he realised was that Kinaver had saved him. Now Asper owed him. Twice. But he was grateful, he hadn't thought that anyone would bother, and he thanked his luck for having a friend near.

The last thing he registered was that he was wet. Nothing new, but he was feeling very cold. And it wasn't a bodily cold, but more of the feeling of having a strong wind thrown at you while wet. He wondered why that wa-OH MY GOD!

A very important fact that he hadn't realised that he was flying through the air at an incredible speed. He looked around, and saw numerous other students sailing through the sky, towards the Emerald Forest. He realised what was happening. Initiation.

His wits were now fully about him, which tended to happen while flying to what might be your inevitable doom. He had to focus on his landing, and immediately found a suitable landing spot.

He launched both his Zeracts to either side of him, and secured a position for himself in-between two trees in a clearing of the forest. But he was still going at too fast a speed to ensure that his bones remained unbroken.

The boy visioned up another hastily made plan, and well in time too, as the ground wasn't too far away anymore. He waited for multiple seconds, ignoring the feeling in his gut that tore at every fibre in his being.

Amilanthior disappeared beneath the treeline, and it looked like he'd just turned into an Asper pancake with raspberry jam. Instead, the trees around his immediate vicinity collapsed in on themselves with an explosive thundering.

What'd really happened, was that he had instantly retracted his Zeracts, and then whirled them around his body, making them cut into trees, but not hold onto the for too long, in order to avoid the rubber banding effect that came with stopping so suddenly.

This resulted in the trunks of the trees being mutliated, having multiple tears and massive scratches on them where the deadly, spiked discs had held onto.

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The redhead sighed in relief, he'd managed to get to initiation in just the nick of time. No sooner had he placed the unconscious Asper on another launching pad, had Goodwitch doused him with water.

Then, he was propelled into the air, arms crossed, and right leg over the left, so that he looked like an Englishman sipping tea. All that was needed was a "It's all gone pear shaped!" and a scone to make it all look like he was having a perfectly good day.

Of course, this wasn't the case, and Kinaver soon found himself falling at over 200 kilometres per hour towards the very solid looking ground. No matter, if he had a penny for every time he'd found himself falling through the air at what could be certain death...he'd most definitely only have that one penny actually.

When he was close to the top of the treeline, his jacket started to give off small flares of fire, and he braced himself for what was about to happen.

The moment he went under the dense foliage, did he push his arms out, and create a torrent of fire, so that it spew out of his hands like a massive, oversized flamethrower. It looked like a fiery, angry tornado, and it had nearly the same effect.

Kinaver first aimed it at the area immediately in front of him, all but obliterating the trees there. Next, he aims it at the ground under his feet, and finall, he stopped the flames completely. And landed, unscathed, unhurt, and still dry much unruffled.

(For the sake of lols, imagine Kinaver as Nigel Thornberry while he's in the air. As for your question, look at this link, it'll tell you everything: http://youtu.be/Sas41OA1HKY)