To fall. What an invigorating feeling this was, to plummet towards the earth at speeds others would have deemed as dangerous. To feel the air fly past you, the wind scream as if your fall would break it's heart. To be in no control at all, only to just fall.
And then it gets better, as you maneuver your way in the air flipping and spinning as if you were a ballerina on the stage. Gravity and physics seeming to bend to your will as you position yourself to lessen the impact of the fall. With your knees bent and your body ready, there is a smug smile on your face knowing that if any body was to look at you, you'd be the star of the show. As always.
And the ground is nothing, not a hard surface where his body should have went splat. But simply something that bends to his will, for as soon as his feet touch the ground, he propels his body forwards, into a rolling motion- only to come to a complete stop in front of a red-skin tight suited companion. Standing up he only has one thing to say after such a spectacle, aimed to impress.
"On a scale out of ten, how amazing was I?"