Ajax rolled his eyes at 'best sport in the world'. Okay. Sure flying is great but tackling someone? Oho, it feels good to be a rugby player. The Kiwi shook his thoughts away and focused on the current exercise. He mounted the long stick thing. 'Okay. Up. Not down just say up. Not down, you'll fall flat on your face and kill yourself. And remember, Layla is here. Impressions, no screwing around. Just up.' He took a deep breath and shouted "UP!!"

Ajax flew up. But not very smoothly. He went up at a 90 degree angle in breakneck speeds. "HOOOOOOLLLLLYYYYYY SHIT BISCUITS MOTHERFUCKER IN THE ASSHOLE SHIT FUCK BITCH!!!" He shouted profanities at the top of his lungs, making some of his classmates blush at some of the more.... inappropriate curse words. Ajax willed himself to stop and he floated up there, slightly above the clouds. He whispered a gentle "Down."

"FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK FUCK FUCK DUCK FUCK DUCKS DUCKING DUUUUUCCCCKKKKKSSSS!!!!" He flew down straight to the ground. Unless someone stopped him, Ajax would become a splat on the ground.