Lurching off the bed tentatively he slowly puts weight on his foot, until a searing pain rips through his body forcing him to flinch back sucking his teeth.
"Ah, Nathaniel you can't put any weight on it for at least a week or you might risk a blow out and might need further surgery. After that I am unsure for how long the pain may persist but due to your Viltrumite genealogy your brain should stop registering it after some point" The doctor standing at the side says calmly reading a report. Handing it to Nathaniel with a pen alongside he asks him to sign. He does so and is given a cane to help with walking. It was a stubby thing that would only get in the way of fighting, making him make a decision. He would have to fly, for days, or maybe forever if this doesn't heal right.
"I don't need this, I'll just fly." He says handing it back to him and levitating off the ground just an inch or two right now he felt like he could do this forever.
"Erm... I wouldn't recommend that Sir, although Viltrumites are renown for their flight abilities you have only awakened a few months ago, with no disrespect intended, I doubt you could keep this up for more than 30 minutes." Adjusting his glasses, he had done extensive research on viltrumite powers and physiology, he was a doctor on their home planet after all.
It only took Nathaniel to try and move to realize the good doctor was right, strain was what he felt in a word. He had never really tried to fly for a sustained amount of time, especially at such slow and delicate speeds. But he had to find a way, and using a cane wasn't going to work so flying it is.
With one last assurance of not needing the cane he left the hospital, slowly flying down steps and onto the sidewalk and then promptly falling down, thankfully on his ass instead of his foot.
A second later and a shadow overcast him blotting out the sun.
"Why don't you have a cane Nathaniel? Did they dare not offer one?" It was Anissa and she was looking at the Hospital like she wanted to blow it up.
"No, I just didn't want to use one. I can't train with one can I?" He says still sitting on the ground, a little hesitant to stand up on his damaged foot. Anissa snorts and looks back down to his form on the ground, "I guess so. So what? You plan to fly forever?"
"I'm going to have to."
....
His feet hovered barely an inch above the ground his control absolute, he wouldn't move unless he wanted to. And when he did, the air moved as well, almost like silk, like a rock in a stream he moved through it barely a disturbance, keeping the same exact distance from the ground, leaving his spartanic room, only a bed and window he floats to the training field. His eyes squint adjusting to the sun for a second, and the field becomes visible a second later. It's been a day after his visit to the hospital and he's trained his flight every second since, he can float and move easily now but fighting... that's questionable.
Thula and Anissa were currently sparring, with Thula easily countering and blocking her attacks. Though Anissa seemed to be trying her hardest to land a hit her fists smoothly shifting from chops to punches and sometimes into claws efficiently attacking their Trainer.
"Good, slopy, watch your winddown." She says critiquing her movements, seeing an opening after Anissa missed a punch she counter attacks. " It leaves you open for far too long." Her fist connecting with her stomach Anissa grunts in pain, but continues fighting, nonetheless.
In a flurry of kicks and punches Thula remains calm, composed and entirely untouched. A few minutes later and they stop, Anissa running to grab some water as Thula remains fixed in the middle of the dirt field.
"I see you've healed well, a shame you'll never walk on it again however." She says her eyes still fixed on the direction Anissa went her back facing Nathaniel. He slowly floats out into the sun his neck warming immediately as it shines off his white Viltrumite uniform. "Yeah." He says, calmly levitating a few feet away from her staring at her back. Anissa was probably in the kitchen now, out of earshot and vision.
"You are lucky I didn't just kill you, you know. I could have, the Reagent would have thanked me for it I'm sure, ridding our species of the weak like you would have been a service." She talked with a scowl on her face, disgust evident in every word. She hated how he acted, so high and mighty like he was above their glorious race. Like he was above doing his duty. But most importantly she hated the control he had over her prodigy. Anissa was drawn to him, attached to an extent she didn't like, focused on him instead of her training instead of her duty. It made her weak and distracted. But.. killing him she theorizes would cause Anissa to go off the rails even further, instead of balancing the train it would derail.
"Well, why didn't you? Sure I don't always follow your orders but you know for a fact I'm stronger than all of the other recruits so don't give that, I'm weak shit, because even you know I'm not." He says the anger inside him coming out as a low growl when he speaks, eager to start screaming and tearing flesh apart. She had crippled him, perhaps for life, he wouldn't forgive easily.
"Ha!" She snorts, as if it was a joke.
"You're strong? Not weak?" In an instant, from her back to him a few feet away she was on him her fist rapidly approaching his face. The wind being displace blowing dust in the air behind her elbow.
However, only a second behind, expecting such a thing after her words he uses his flight to move back just an inch, barely dodging her lightning speed attack. Though she doesn't take the insult lying down. Following up her miss with a snake like accurate vice grip of his neck, her other hand catching her spear head braid as it flew around her head, pushing it against his neck.
"I have had enough of your insolence!" She whispers in a violent tone, tying to keep the noise low enough that only they could hear. "I broke your ankle because of it, today we're going to be doing some heavy sparring, until, you, bleed. You! Not anyone else! So, if you win the fight too quickly or fall unconscious without a single drop of blood spilling from your pathetic form, have faith, I will ensure it does!" She says shoving him away and letting her hair back down.
"Oh hi Nathaniel, ready to spar, Thula said you were my partner."