[ Haruka flicks Michiru just the slightest soldier look - she'll control it, she has to, this is her body, she's got this - but nods and stands up straight. World Shaking shifts at her side, witness to Haruka emptying her mind of everything but the new power inside of her. She is the wind. Flowing always forward, honed but free, letting nothing drag her down. She is the wind. And this is all just a part of her now.
Her hand whips forward so quickly even she can barely see it; an arc of something filed whistles through the air and slices through a rocky outcropping. Not giving herself time to react, she spins as if dodging an attack, crouches, launches herself into the air -
and the next thing she knows she's in the middle of what's left of the rock, having landed with perfect accuracy right in the middle of what's now a whole bunch of much smaller rocks. A roil of happiness flows through her mind from World Shaking, but she brushes it aside - yes, yes. She knows how much you love beating up on rocks.
Straightening, she dusts herself off. ] So much for Flying.
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Her hand whips forward so quickly even she can barely see it; an arc of something filed whistles through the air and slices through a rocky outcropping. Not giving herself time to react, she spins as if dodging an attack, crouches, launches herself into the air -
and the next thing she knows she's in the middle of what's left of the rock, having landed with perfect accuracy right in the middle of what's now a whole bunch of much smaller rocks. A roil of happiness flows through her mind from World Shaking, but she brushes it aside - yes, yes. She knows how much you love beating up on rocks.
Straightening, she dusts herself off. ] So much for Flying.