Post by Krane Asiv on Oct 11, 2012 19:23:28 GMT -8
Spike sat on one of the hangers at the L.A International Airport, concentrating on his Qi. He was never really mystically inclined like his father. He needed to control it, become its master.
But sitting around concentrating didn't seem like thats how to do it. He was still bandaged up from his fight with Mathew, but he'd be damned if he let this slide, he wanted power, needed it. So he'd stand up and stomp down, activating his Qi he'd leap into the air coming down to the ground with a flip dropping his heel to the pavement.
A rumble would go out causing those near to feel unsteady as the pavement caved in and cracked outwards.
But sitting around concentrating didn't seem like thats how to do it. He was still bandaged up from his fight with Mathew, but he'd be damned if he let this slide, he wanted power, needed it. So he'd stand up and stomp down, activating his Qi he'd leap into the air coming down to the ground with a flip dropping his heel to the pavement.
A rumble would go out causing those near to feel unsteady as the pavement caved in and cracked outwards.