GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
Quinn stood, eyes scanning around the room. He ran at the wall once more, managing to get about half way up before losing his balance. He grabbed at the brick, using it to steady himself. He then placed his feet on the wall, using his momentum to kick off, landing on the floor below him after a backflip for shows.
He chuckled, looking around lightly. He seemed to slowly be understanding this Inertia thing, and to be fair he wasn't doing half bad. He blinked, calling upon the force, and he tried again. This time however he used the force to push a button in, activating a hologram behind him.
He ran up the wall, using his momentum, and the force, to shove himself back, hitting a huge spinning kick. He was almost surprised, and for a moment he stood.
Stunned.
He chuckled, looking around lightly. He seemed to slowly be understanding this Inertia thing, and to be fair he wasn't doing half bad. He blinked, calling upon the force, and he tried again. This time however he used the force to push a button in, activating a hologram behind him.
He ran up the wall, using his momentum, and the force, to shove himself back, hitting a huge spinning kick. He was almost surprised, and for a moment he stood.
Stunned.