"Bored. Bored, Bored, Bored." Will said to himself, as he silently swung his legs over the side of the branch he was resting upon. The Nephalem would let the momentum carry him over the branch, descending towards the ground. Once he touched down, he would bend his knees, absorbing some of the impact in a safer way.
"Well...today it doesn't seem too bad. Maybe I can fly and not get shot down." Will whispered to himself, his eyes cast towards the sky with a look of longing. He wasn't sure about flying anywhere near cities. Too many people. However, today seemed like a calm day. The sky was blue, the air was nice.
'Screw this, I'm flying.' Will thought to himself, as he moved away from the tree. Taking off his jacket, the young adult would check the back of his shirt for the pre-cut slits he had placed into each of his shirts. Despite popular belief, not all winged beings feel no pain when they rip a shirt off of their bodies. Then, he nodded his head silently, and from his back, a pair of wings extended. These wings were as black as night, extending out to a wing span of ten feet on either side. Then, he would roll his shoulders back, and under the first pair, a pair of snow white wings would extend, being eight feet long on either side.
Will crouched slightly, before using his enhanced strength to kick off of the ground, flapping his wings to bring him aloft. 'And..And...Airborne!' The Nephalem cheered in his head, before he flew towards the city.
As he flew, Will quickly remembered a certain problem he was sure to run into. Places to land. Angling himself towards the park, Will would soar overhead, high in the sky, shadow cast along the ground seeming to mimic him perfectly. His keen hearing would attempt to let him know what was going on, down below.