" Can you really fly using your tails ? That's so cool !! " // hands you... one (1) boy
Huh. Word gets around, doesn’t it? Usually any and all flabbergasted talk was about Sonic’s skills, not the sidekick’s. But a similar air of confident to his Player 1 would be gained in the moment, smirk alighting, eye winking, and a fist clenching tight at his front.
“Sure can! After all, they don’t call me Tails the Fox for nothin’!” Watch the wind suddenly whip as namesakes got their start. Dust dispersing, grass wavering. Already, a powerful gust began underneath the kit as a twin-tailed turbine forced shoes from the ground, pushing him to instantaneously be lighter than air. Then, all it took was the initial force of one hearty kick from the ground to send Tails into flight, a furred comet shooting its way into the sky!
During his upward ascent, arms fanned themselves out like the wings of a plane, limbs tilting to allow a corkscrewed lift high above the boy, the span of the spin getting thinner and thinner, tighter and tighter, before a whirling cyclone became of the kit, arms then tucking into the sides to move even further beyond the previous speeds! Nothing but a blur of yellow and white could be seen, individual parts ceased to be for the moment being.
The force of the spinning center point... such a strengthened core would begin to spread out onto the space around it, making a mini mid-air tornado form skyward! Nothing big enough to cause any damage to the surrounding trees, of course, but it was certainly enough for the fox to ride!
A draft of his very own make! Speed was comfortably kept after such a gust took shape, riding it near and far for a spectacle of mid-air prowess! Loops aplenty, barrel rolls that turned into low-down swoops mere inches above the ground, fierce pull-ups that narrowly avoided signposts and branches here and there! It was a one-fox airshow up there! Speed unchallenged, a gust of wind in and of himself! It was safe to say that the little guy was most certainly in his nature.
And as the show ended, one final display had to be put on to show that fact home: a cutting of the engines. During a swoop upward, it would soon be nothing but momentum carrying him forward, for namesakes ceased their spinning, initiating a full-on plummet toward the ground. Faster and faster would a yellow bullet scream toward the floor, the impact becoming perilously eminent as each second passed!
Ah, but mere milliseconds before a sickening splat, proverbial propeller blades reignite once more, stopping just in time for a graceful hover above the floor. An arm folded behind the back while the other crossed the chest; a bow. “Yeah it’s kinda cool, I guess.”
