For a brief moment he felt relief.

He was confused and lost his concentration. The Crash he was building dissipated as he was sent flying to the side, as if he were attached to a wire.

With no time to think, and a wall fast approaching him, he quickly flipped about in mid air and landed feet first on the window that greeted him. The glass cracked and warped, but held under the force.

He straightened out, and almost immediately wobbled and flailed about as he began floating away from the window and wall.

Then he realised that he was weightless, much like An had been. Full-blown relief tore through him as he took a few deep breaths to fill his strained lungs with much-needed air. His chest and body felt much, much lighter than from earlier, and now he was apparently without weight.

To his advantage, of course. Fighting in Basin sometimes meant fighting underwater. After all, his home city [b]was[/b] under a vast lake. Leaks were commonplace.

And he had another advantage now: with his air manipulation, he could effectively boost himself around with his feet. Like a fire warrior he'd fought once, a real rocker from the Iron Plains. That man had flown around their battlefield, jets of fire blasting from his feet as he rained hellfire and brimstone down on his head. Not a fun fight, he'd barely survived that one.

Proved the old adage, it did, that there was someone out there in the world that was always better than you. Perhaps Johnny had found that person, today.

He righted himself as he drifted slowly away from the wall, finally seeing the right way up as he angled his legs forward as if he were skidding to a stop in a cartoon. He channeled his power to blow air out from the soles of his feet, just enough counter-momentum to stop him in the air.

Okay, now, to get back at An. With this increased mobility, he'd have a fun ol' time trying to beat this challenge. Johnny didn't know how long his opponent would let him cavort around like this and return to crushing him, so he'd have to take advantage of every second.

Gathering air pockets under his feet, he blew them and rocketed towards the ceiling, whereupon he caught himself with his hands, bracing himself against the top of the ballrom as he flipped around to get his feet on a flat surface. Then he repeated the process, aiming himself downward as he flipped around in midair and met the floor with his feet.

Planted on terra firma for now, Johnny used his air magic, not the friction of his feet on the ground, to run forward, popping tiny bubbles under each step to emulate a run even as he lifted an inch or two off the ground from how he was weightless. Once he got within kicking range, he used a bubble to lift himself up into the air, akin to a jump. He twisted to the left, spinning round to enact a reverse roundhouse kick, swift in its execution.

Which was a feint, actually. He didn't kick so as much as cock his leg and swung it out in imitation of a kick that wouldn't connect.

His foorward and upward momentum took him up past An's face and head, directly above him. His spin kept going, since he wasn't affected by gravity, and as he came around to face An's head and back, he threw his body forward, sending him into a front (back?) flip. As he flipped forward, he popped a bubble of air to stop his forward and upward movement, then waited the split second until his spin was almost finished.

He was now completely upside down, craning his neck upward to peer at An who was below him. His feet directly above him, his spin was almost finished.

He braced himself, bending his legs as he gathered air under his feet.

Then he detonated his air bubbles, completing his flip in the blink of an eye even as he rocketed back down, both his heels headed straight for An's shoulders.