2nd Of Fall 513 AV
It was his second day on this petching island, and he'd managed to carve himself out a small little place to call home. What he needed to do was not study but rather practice, he had to prove himself to be worthy of an apprenticeship and he'd have to work hard to gain a rank.
He didn't have a fancy personal magic that could read minds, or blow elements out of his arse. Or create doorways into parallel universes. No the only thing Morvale could do was be fast and while it was just about the only thing he excelled at this.
It was time for him now to discover how to apply techniques, his combat skills were laughable but he'd have time to improve upon this as well. The idea was to try and synchronize flux and acrobatics. He had a clearer understanding of control, and he'd try a sprinkling on his evasive foot work. After all a little spice was nice but to much and Morvale might find himself on that nasty bucket which he was hoping to avoid as long as possible.
So in a standing position he began to channel out this flux energy, as he did this he could feel the generation of energy within his chest. It was a minor amount at best as he sought to harness the power. He took a moment and twisted his elbows driving the flux in his hips and as it flowed through his hips they gyrated in a in a twisting motion as the surge of energy spiraled down his leg. The idea was to throw himself into a side stance, it almost worked but he under estimated himself and his leg shot out further then he expected sending him reeling into his bed.
In a state of fall he took the opportunity to react in that split second, His fragile joints such as the knees, wrists, and neck would be protected from collision by tucking and reorienting his body in a twisting motion to steer himself clear of a nasty impact, this motion would allow him to land on the broad side of his arms and back on impact with the ground. The collision resonated through the meaty muscles of his back he slapped his arms to disperse and absorb the impact and prevent him from splitting the back of his skull open on the floor.
He was lucky he hadn't caught the edges of stone slab they called a bed
This petching thing was within his grasp just a little polish, he would pick himself up again.