-Keeps himself aloft with his back and feet thrusters, swinging himself blocking with his arms, his feet, his spear-sword thing as best as he can-
-He's struggling-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-The last one does him in, sending him crashing to the ground-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Pulls himself up-
This form is still pretty new. Raw. I'm still trying to find its limits.
What was all that? How'd you do it? I thought for sure I had the edge before you started all that glowly, flashy clone stuff.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?There are spells for stuff — just directions that anyone that can do magic can use to channel energy, but then there's other kinds of magic, unique to just you. That's what that was.
-Creates a small iridescent blue ball of light and twirls it through his fingers- I don't know if you could learn it or not. Innate magic tends to be pretty cut-and-dried that way. It's not even hereditary — it just happens.
I've had it since I was... maybe eighteen, I think. Usually it hits around puberty, but... some stuff happened.
...I've had a while to refine it to what it is now, though. -Closes his hand over it- But I haven't had any occasion to use it for a long time.
-Cloud, this transforming mechanical lifeform thinks you are the coolest thing ever-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-His parts retract and fold away, his metal weave forming back into his organic exterior as he returns to his alternate form-
You're welcome.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-Extends his glowing arm and feet blades, jetting himself to meet Cloud, getting a few metres into the air at the last moment to get a downward spear-thrust-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?