He made something that he had never made before. Not a weapon, not a tool, but a thing made by people.
A frame of golden light that wrapped around his body like armor but was lighter and more flexible. Wings grew out of his back, not real ones but ones made of pure kinetic energy that his will shaped.
He had seen birds fly and knew how to use force to get them to rise. So he did.
Greg jumped into the air, and it felt wonderful. As he sped toward the main Calamity, Agatha, the wind rushed past him. The Brotherhood and living weapons kept attacking the smaller constructs behind him, which gave him the chance he needed.
Agatha anticipated his approach and unleashed a barrage of deadly blade-like arms. Greg moved between them with the kind of precision that came from his new understanding.
Every move was planned and carried out perfectly. When he couldn't get away, he made barriers that pushed him just enough to let him through, saving energy and time.
