Full Throttle

My fists were tight, frozen in midair, when a sudden rush sparked through my feet. I loosened one glove, flexed my knuckles, and felt actual air whipping past. Down below, mist rose from that waterfall. I kicked forward in a sharp half-spin, tapped a drifting speck of yellow spark with my boot, and locked right back into a steady midair hover. Ready for whatever comes next.