R3

He turned rather pliantly, enabling him to make a poweful springing motion, using the flailig of arms to change the impulse of momentum and twist on his way down to the floor. Landing was a bit unsteady, as it always were when he was trying to perform an acrobatics with too much confidence.

He didn't wait for his body to entirely regain balance. In it's inert nature, his body desired to fall on the floor like a potato sack and roll away as far as the gravity would pull. Willpower overriding the organic, he threw himself again, generating new impulse. Opted for cartwheel with arm switch. In fact, he wasn't all that sure who or what inside him decided to perform that move. He was threading close to the other side, touching the membrane of the space where time was running slower. It gave him false impression that he can foresee the future, able to think ahead and smoothly pick the next figure to perform while he was on the very cusp where previous one ends and the new one didn't yet begin. To onlookers it would seem as if it was a very delicate and intricate, complex coreography, practiced for ages and very fluent. Truth was completely on the opposide end of the spectrum. This was little more than a controlled frenzy.

Mind started flowing down into each limb. Made him aware of every muscle. Though speed of the acrobatics was neck breaking, decisions didn't have even that split of second to be made, entire process was dipped halfway into his uncoscious self - each of the figures was formed to perferction: fingers straight, gaze pointing forward, volume of the moves unresticted. Only thin film of thoughts covered his actions, leaving it to the body to perform the tasks.

As soon as the first bullets of sweat started forming, he was over the first limit break. Tired, his mind retreated to skull and body started complaning. Sequence of acrobatics slowed down, but they were ramped up in difficulty. One handed cartwheel with hip thrust, forward flip that ends in a bridge posture. He desperately needed more will to keep his pace and even perform at all.

Willpower. He felt it as thick goo, flowing to engulf his body. His own body was not enough, he needed more will if he was to make the leap across the next limit wall. But the will was not flowing that easily any more, it solidified and each time he would pull on it, the layer of will would tear on the other end. He sacrificed some of the speed to increase the controll over his will, making it more runny and flowing. That's how it was supposed to be. While he was busy wrestling with his will, the body lost will to complain and mind started spinning thousands of revs. He was able to taste the kick of endorphine and adrenalline that flushed through his body. Lurching forward with more speed than ever, his moves became flurry that only educated observer could track, someone posessing this skill and experience themself. Despite the burst of energy and speed his moves were not reduced, quite the contrary. His limbs moved in wide mitions, yet fluttered silent like wings of a hummingbird.

And then his mind started leaking, like oil sputters from the banged up old engine. He tried to shake it off, but with it, some of his will started falling off. Sneaked away cheekily, without warning. Mind spouted out of his head, flowed down his body and evaporated. He saw himself as burning man, set on fire by that trecherous fuel leak. What's for lunch. How long we gonna keep doing this. How will you spend your holidays. Did you notice that mole on her neck... His mind was dripping all over the floor. He stepped into one of the puddles and slipped. Impulse left him mid-air. Something cracked in his spine and sharp stab of pain on his tendons told him it's all over...