"Push yourself over the limit, Plus Ultra!"
Mycel cheered as he tilted his body far left until he had to start skipping to the direction due to the loss of balance. He did a cartwheel and recovered, stretching his arms wide into the air. He trotted to the pool as he glanced at Edith-suppressing the urge to splatter mold all over her face to wipe the blood off her face as his eyes widened at the sight of the bloody girl- and stopped right in front of it. After an unnecessary session of straightening his back, Mycel reached down and poked a forefinger into the pool.
"Perfect temperature for pool water."
He said as he pulled the wet finger out of the pool for few seconds. After wrinkling his face a bit for a moment, he dipped it back in the water. Mycel's other hand spun around and around before pointing up in the air, a large section of his upper body turning into mold. From the forefinger in the water to the other one pointing upwards, a small line of mold was built inside his body. Mycel grinned as mold grew out of the finger in the air and reached to the gym floor, slowly creating a replica of his silhouette.
"Ah, I've [i]always![/i] Wanted to do this. Never got the water to do it. Such a shame."