Strong of Heart
CH.4 Mishaps
Henri despaired at his latest failure. The garden path was a mess, his boots where shredded and his feet where bleeding. And he was still so slow.
Reaching for tectonic energy to power an array took time and the reaction was too slow, he'd tried modifying the ground to push him, he'd tried using the boots to give a short sharp flex of the leather sole but this only led to him being thrown from his feet and not moving anywhere except from the vertical to the horizontal.
He needed to move faster so he needed to transmute something with a less ridged structure. if all he'd had to do was walk on water this would be infinitely easier. Moving a solid to a liquid was far harder than the other way around, but gasses where very difficult to coalesce into any kind of useful mix. his brother had mentioned some military member who could conjure fire with a snap of his fingers, but to achieve something like that would take training to mix the oxygen and hydrogen at a moment's notice and ignite it before it could dissipate would take a fantastic amount of training and an alchemical understanding he wouldn't possess for many years.
But maybe the answer wasn't in trying to force a solid, or flow a liquid. Air was the answer air was far thicker then anyone could imagine. Elements didn't just hang piece meal, he was swimming in a sea of elements, but with no bonds they where light. but this didn't help as he needed to use the air around him to increase his speed, so where was air at its fastest. he looked at the torn path ripped to shreds like one of the infamous eastern desert hurricanes had passed through.
A CYCLONE
huge amounts of negative pressure that dragged the air around making the wind.
a point of negative pressure would drag him towards it, he couldn't mix air it was too far outside his skill range, but shoving all of them out of his way would create a bubble of negative pressure that would rather then push him, DRAG him towards his destination.
He bolted back towards the house, his brother had access to alchemical works. Surely they would have what he needed to create his first original circle. He slowed slightly, his brother since returning from the war had done everything to put him off the idea of alchemy, his stride quickened again. If his brother refused to help he would ask grand-papa or the brigadier and if they refused he'd do it himself, the soldiers comment about ranged alchemy stung still, if every Armstrong alchemist before him had been a combat specialist he wasn't going to be the first to let the family down. But tectonic energy wasn't fast enough to achieve his desired speed, Alex used the kinetic force of his punches to enhance his alchemy, if he could find a force other than the tectonics maybe he could use it instantly rather than drawing it up through the earth.
He needed his note book, and a long conversation with the alchemists in the house.
A.N.
Fear not the HP element of this story is coming soon.