Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950421-20161107022407/@comment-28027028-20190417131158

He stood up and brushed his shoulders off. He attempted the flip again and landed flat on his back again. Another attempt led to another minor fracture in his arm, and another made the collar blast him higher into the air only to faceplant into the dirt again. It was clear the psionics were mostly controlled by reflex and instinct moreso than actual thought but he wasn't having much luck making himself reflexively use mana instead. He made three more attempts two of them causing the collar to blast him into something and the third breaking his arm again. Pain dirt and irritation caked his face as he tried once more the collar flinging him into a puddle of mud.