Atlas was hurled once again, his body spinning through the air at high speed. But still, not as fast as when he used Lightning Step. He fought to steady himself, remembering how he'd once seen Kurogasa control his fall from great heights.
He twisted mid-air, flipping rapidly, using his spear as a pivot. And when he crashed into one of the rocky peaks, both feet slammed down hard. He crouched low, using the position to balance his body against the impact.
He held his ground. His legs felt like they were nearly shattered. But it was better than before.
He spun his spear again.
And he went back in.
He repeated the process. Again and again. Through the daylight hours, through every bone-jarring slam. When his legs nearly gave out, he paused, took a break, and received healing from Lyrassa. Then, the next day, he returned to the storm.
