Marcus grinned as the heat built up beneath his sleeves, his elbows beginning to glow with a vivid orange hue—the combustion runes sparking to life like miniature suns.
"Explosive Jets!"
He shouted with giddy adrenaline as the blast detonated beneath him, launching his body several meters into the air. The sudden propulsion sent him arcing through the sky in a wild, barely-controlled trajectory, his coat whipping violently behind him.
"I can afford to waste mana now…"
He muttered through a grin as he landed hard in front of the academy gates, rolling instinctively to absorb the impact. A plume of dust kicked up in his wake, and a few nearby students stumbled back, blinking in disbelief at the guy who had quite literally fallen from the sky.
