I'M A SKATER, A SKAAAAAATER, SKATER SKATER SKAAAATER!
Well, more like an ice skater, but I'm an ice skater!
Wait.
Is it really only like an ice skater?
My body is heavy, heavier than usual, makes sense considering that I have an entire crossbow resting on my back. It's stuck there. I was a bit sick of carrying it between my hands.
So I just...kind of tried to put it on my back.
Focused.
And boom.
It's on my back.
I moved my flow in a weird way to do it, but it worked, and that's all that really matters, because now? I CAN CARRY MY CROSSBOW EVERYWHERE! CONSTANTLY! AND I HAVE MY HANDS FREE! SO I CAN WAVE THEM AROUND TO GET MORE MOMENTUM AND SKAAAAAAATE!
My right foot slide forward, the wet grass beneath my feet is the perfect terrain for me to do just that. One foot forward, push on the ground with the back foot, change foot, back foot becomes front foot, front foot becomes back foot, gain momentum. Use the ground like a giant iced lake, and sliiiiiiide! Pulling my arms forward and back in a sprinting rhythm, I try to gain even more momentum and send my left foot to slide forward as my right foot pushes against the ground to gather even more momentum and-AND, I'm horribly bad at skating.
So my form is horrible and I fall face first in the grass, my hands go down to hug the ground and catch my fall but my shoulder meet the ground first and I start sliding on my shoulder a dozen of meters as if my entire body was a curling rock, after a while my power stops gaining any more momentum to drag me around and I start rolling, soon, I'm staring at the sky.
On my back.
My crossbow's digging in my back.
Annoying.
Pushing myself up I ignore my two-hundred-and seventy-seventh fall, turn around, and start skating around the plain of unaware farmers.
Pushing my hand up on my face I wipe some of the dirt I forgot to remove from my earlier falls, and start skating again.
YIPPPPPEEEEEE! I'M FAAAAAAST NOW!
The wind brushes against my hair as I sliiiiiiide!
You may wonder what the fuck is happening with me. And the answer to that is simple.
Remember my stickyness? Yeah? Well, do you also remember the way I walk when I'm in the flow? By sliding on the ground? Well, guess what!? After stalking Coda and finding myself sliding up the wall like a snail, I recognized the slide as something I've been doing for a while.
It kinda felt like how I let my magic into the ground whenever I slide.
Not exactly exactly, but it was close. Close enough to give me an idea.
In the end my idea was bullshit. Didn't worked. But I figured out something else when trying to slide around.
My left foot buckles mid slide, turning around to try and stay up, I end up twirling like a ballerina, I almost fall. My body tilting back and ready to fall at any moment, I windmill my arms as I fall, back first towards the ground, the sky getting further away in my eyes as my feet leave the ground until only my heels are on the grass. And then. I stop.
As if a rope stopped me from falling.
As if a harness kept me in an arched position, head almost brushing against the ground, arms above me and panicking, and my heels planted on the ground.
But like.
REALLY planted on the ground.
They're stuck there.
With a baby grunt and a push, I get back up to standing!
I LOVE THIS POWER!
Okay. So it failed.
But the failure showed me something else.
Closing my eyes. I get in the flow. Feel it, follow it, like usual, don't restrain it or panic, just be one with the flow.
Walk forward.
With my eyes still closed, I start sliding forward on the ground.
Normally. I can hear the sound of grass being crushed beneath my boots. Now, focus on sliding, just like on the wall, just like before, like a slime, a snail maybe? A serpent fits well too.
Just.
Slide.
My hair gets pushed back, the wind hitting it, the rain is falling faster against my face, pattering and pattering, as if the rain intensified. But it didn't. I'm just rushing toward them now. I'm just speeding up.
I'm not running though.
Keeping my breath centered and focusing on the inside of my body, on the flow in my legs, I don't try to restrain it, even when I feel it sticking under my soles.
Taking a deep breath, my left leg comes up.
And the rain keeps hurting my face.
My leg stays here. In the air. Being completly useless, for five good seconds. I do nothing. I just stay on a single leg, not using my left one to do anything.
Even then.
I'm moving.
I'm sliding on the ground.
It's as if I was on a gigantic ice rink, as if the ground beneath me was ice, and I just needed to take a single step. A single slide forward. A single push to get inertia and keep moving.
Opening my eyes.
I see the farmers and the field pass around me.
Fast.
I would say adult sprinting speed?
Yeah.
I'm FAST! I'M A BAAAAABY AND I'M FAST!
Want to know what's even better?
As I start losing speed and momentum.
I SHOVE myself forward with my right foot, the second I PUSH against the ground with my right foot, my entire leg extending behind me, the second I push and go FLYING, my left foot gets in front of my body, lands on the ground, and takes the entire momentum to keep me skating.
The air is pushing through my locks.
I can skate on the ground.
Push against the ground, receive the ground with the opposite foot, and repeat, alternating between both and gaining more and more sliding speed. Right push. Left take. Left push. Right take.
I'm running...but...by sliding.
I'm skating really. That's literally ice skating but without the ice, or the shoes.
Using my right foot to steer on the ground. Putting the side of my foot in front of me, I turn to the right, leaning my entire weight on my right leg and smoothly transition from a forward slide, to a demi-circle that leads me to the right.
Pushing outward through the ground from time to time to keep building speed and avoid falling like a shit stain on the ground, my gaze focus on the destroyed forest in front of me.
My favorite obstacle course.
Leaning forward, knees bended slightly, I gain more speed. In front of me, the end of the plain, and the start of the horrible potholes, ravines, and mountainous terrain.
Which is even more horrible nowadays considering the small damage the fireball did around.
This edge of the forest is relatively preserved still, but the deeper you go, the weirder and more destroyed it gets. Deeper you go, the harder it is to skate on.
A pothole appears in front of me, without any hesitation, an entire day of training backing me up, I press against the slick ground and jump over said pothole. Landing in a weird almost squatting position, I manage to stabilize by putting my hands in front of me like some kind of handicapped bird.
I'm not the best skater but I'm not half bad now.
I CAN JUMP AT....dunno how fast I'm going.
Keeping my momentum and trying to stabilize myself by pushing on the ground and alternating my feet to slide, I don't manage to fully stabilize as my next obstacle appear.
The ravine of hell.
Well it's pretty small. But it's rocky, and there's a big slope that leads down, if I slide it down and fail I'll lose two teeth and my confidence.
Passing over the small edge that leads deeper in said ravine. My guts rise up in my throat as I feel myself falling, it's steep.
Focusing on the flow in my legs, I spread them wider, they bend, they push, moving me left and right, around obstacles, passing around potholes and rocks as if they didn't exist. A bump against a rock almost make me fall but I catch myself by turning around and continuing to skate backward, my head turning over my shoulder to look behind me and see where I'm going, like this, I manage to pass the ravine.
Only problem is that my speed grew EXPONENTIALLY on this fucking slope and now, I'm rocketing deeper and deeper into the destroyed forest at a speed that's making my heart beat pretty fucking fast.
Considering my current skating skill.
I would say that this is a bad situation.
That's why, my feet turn toward each other, my toes almost close enough to smooch each other. My heels start dragging on the ground harder and harder, the position making me lose speed. On the side of my vision I pick up on a pothole behind me, and not wanting to risk my luck, I twist.
Both of my arms explode around me like a beyblade, following the momentum, my entire body starts turning, a small headache take me, nausea starts to climb, my cloak trails around me and cuts through the air with a sharp and constant "whoosh" sound, the rain sticking to it get thrown away fucking EVERYWHERE around me.
Twenty turns in two seconds later.
My right foot slams on the ground. I bend forward, my left foot feels queasy as it barely stops moving at the edge of the pothole. Who's now between my legs.
Something rises up from my guts.
And I puke everything I ate today in the pothole.
Wouldn't recommend being a baby beyblade.