[h1]Michael Angie[/h1]

[@Letter Bee][@RoflsMazoy]

"Make it float?" Michael asked in incredulity, turning to Ascot and Vernon. Looking back at the rubble, Michael gave it a hard examination. "Hmmm..." He had considered making Trap Arts that made their victims float in mid-air; it did seem far more difficult to escape a trap with nothing to push or pull on, and it was certainly worth experimentation. However, what Vernon was suggesting was not something Michael had considered his Trap Arts to perform. It was one thing to get a rock or two that landed inside the Trap Art to float, but it was another to move a large amount of rubble that was already in the way. 

"Give me a bit of time, I might be able to work something out," Michael said, already drawing up some strength-enhancement Body Art on his arms. With his brush in hand, he got to work setting up the circle. The necessary symbols were quickly put into place, and any pieces of rubble in the way were moved aside. Within a couple minutes, the Trap Art was complete. Giving it one final look-over, Michael nodded and said to Vernon and Ascot, "Right, stand back now." With a mental command, Michael activated the Trap Art. The effect was immediate. The rubble began to float in mid-air, then was blown out via a strong wind. Much of the rubble was soon cleared away, and the few pieces that remained were well out of the way and barely even an inconvenience. "I think that'll do," Michael said, examining his handiwork once the deed was done.