Private Take Flight (And Eat My Dust)

Rem always looked a little too serious during power classes. If he was going to truly become a real guardian angel then he needed to be in good shape and have perfect control over his abilities. That was a lesson taught by his mentor back home and one that he wasn’t going to let go of any time soon. Even if it made him look a little out of place among the other students.

As much as the angel did generally enjoy power training, he wasn’t a majorly big fan of group work. His track record with that was... not incredible to say the least.

Rem had never heard of anyone named Myrrh, but vaguely recognized the guy from around school once he saw him. At least he wasn’t paired with a demon. He really didn’t feel like dealing with that whole situation right then. That being said, Myrrh quickly landed himself on Rem’s bad side with that initial greeting.

In what probably did nothing to prove Myrrh wrong, Rem replied with an annoyed tone. “I am not.” Afterward he looked awfully stuck up.

With that being the only thing he’d say to Myrrh, he began to eye the courses. He admittedly wasn’t where he wanted to be with agility so this would be good. When it came to flight speed he had no problem getting to the extreme by stacking wings on himself, but his turning suffered pretty bad after the second pair of wings so that sort of speed wasn’t exactly practical in most situations.

Myrrh only continued to get on Rem’s nerves. Assuming that his agility sucked and then implying that his own was better. “My agility does not suck. Even if it did, I can garuntee that’s not why we’re paired up. You’re an avian of some sort while I’m an angel. Our mechanisms for flying are very different.” He spoke in an uppity manner before sighing.

“How about I just show you.” Rem didn’t have a problem with the going first part. He’d do just that and then they could see if Myrrh had any real pointers to give.

Rem looked up at the course once again, trying to figure out exactly what he needed to do to smoke this bird. First would be a straight flight to the first obstacle, likely his strongest point; Then there were several hoops spaced far enough apart, he’d need to fly through those; Afterward were a series of floating poles that he’d need to weave through and then finally a descent back down to the starting point through another set of hoops that were lined up perfectly. This wouldn’t be so bad.

Rem flapped his wings once before even taking off, then glanced to Myrrh. “Ready.” And with that, two extra sets of wings appeared on Rem, both on his arms close to his shoulders. With the wings in place and his magic active, he took flight.

Just as the angel explained, his version of flight was a little odd. His wings never seemed to actually flap while he was ascending and despite this he was going incredibly fast with very little time being used to get to full speed. He got to the hoops in no time, and it was there that he actually missed the first hoop, only to steer around slowly and then burst through it. The rest of the hoops went in a similar way. He’d go more carefully to line himself up with the hoop and then burst through them. It would be clear at this point that Rem couldn’t actually control himself all that well while maintaining his top speed.

When it came to the weaving, he ended up slowing down considerably as well, about the pace of a common pigeon. He essentially stopped using his extra wings at all.

Finally, when it came to the descent, he spawned an additional two wings on himself on his legs and sped himself straight through the hoops and toward the ground. He was determined to show Myrrh what an angel was capable of, but that determination was replaced by a realization that he was going too fast pretty quickly.

Thankfully, getting all his wings to move in one straight direction wasn’t all that bad and he was able to slow himself down substantially, but he still hit too hard to stick the landing and ended up breaking his fall with one hand. Not quite as graceful as he would’ve liked.

Rem was already unhappy with how that went, before Myrrh said anything. When it came to things like this obstacle course it seemed that he did worse the harder he tried and that fact alone bothered him. The fact of the matter was that his training with Sera never really involved agility alone and at paces like this so he was going to have to learn it himself whereas everything else he’d learned had basically been done with a personal coach.

He didn’t say anything to Myrrh, but when Myrrh commented on his poor performance calling the entire thing just flat out sad, Rem’s face did get noticeably redder. He looked at the ground as Myrrh went on about how terrible of a job he did. Sera used to be blunt about his mistakes, but it never felt quite like this. Perhaps it was because Sera was Sera, he was supposed to be the best so it really didn’t matter much to be worse than him. Instead he was getting lectured by this harpy who he already placed on his bad side before any of this had begun.

Rem was clearly salty when he spoke, the red of his face still all too evident. “How about you go then. Show me how it’s done.” His arms were crossed.