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[quote=@Sep]Iris had to refrain from screaming most of the way. As they passed through the mountain it felt different to when she had phased by herself. The vibrations didn't change, and they didn't keep speed unlike when she did it. Which meant that however he had done it it wasn't through the same energy source that she was connected to. She had to worry though, this power cosmic that this 'Surfer' seemed to have access too had her outclassed. The current issue was that there was a plane in her way.

Rather, she was in the way of a plane. He had launched her at a high enough speed that she was going to smack straight into it's windscreen, and while that would obviously be a bigger problem for her than it would be for the plane she couldn't imagine it wouldn't be the best thing for the pilots on their final approach to have a speedster turn to mush.

Focusing on the energy within her, her entire body started to shake as it sped through the air. Faster and faster as the plane got closer and closer. She closed her eyes as she approached it. The pilots and passangers merely saw a blur of red pass through the plane. Iris didn't even have time to register anything within the plane. From the stewardess she phased right through to the kid that screamed in panic as he saw the blur moving down the aisle between chairs. Phasing out the back of the plane she opened her eyes, turning her head as best she could she saw the Surfer watching her. 

She wasn't going to let him take her for another ride. She was going to get down on her own. She remembered a story of an air hostess who fell out of the back of a plane and survived due to the angle she had hit the mountain. Spinning her arms to manuever herself she angled herself at a nearby mountain and started moving her legs as if running in thin air. It was a weird sensation, running with no resistance. She 'tripped' slightly as her foot caught onto something but through spinning her arms she corrected herself. It was probably just a pocket of hot air that had knocked her off course slightly.

She [i]had[/i] to make this before the Surfer caught her. She had to take the fight out of the air and back to the ground where she had some control.[/quote]

The Surfer coldly stared as the metahuman struggled to maintain control. He did not dare interfere with the outcome of the scenario as The Flash displayed a unique gift to avoid the seemingly certain death - the manipulation of the density of her own material body. It was an impressive feat for one who had seemingly only just began to develop their abilities, but it was beginning to dawn on The Surfer that this test was giving him far less idealistic results than his master would have hoped for. 

Since the discovery of the meta-gene in the human populace, there had been a grand debate amongst the stars. What place, if any, did Earth have in the hierarchy of systems? There had been whispers among the dark that beings of supreme power, from The Guardians Of Oa to The Kree Empire, had been made aware of this phenomena through their own series of spies. They did not take this world seriously enough to take action, but they did intend to keep their eye drawn towards the insignificant blue dot that inhabited this system in the event that it's significance were to change. 

That was why The Surfer had been tasked with this challenge. His master saw a grand opportunity to utilize these beings, should they remain underestimated by the controlling forces of the cosmos, for the gain and good of the universe. A universe that his master believed would seed it's own destruction with enough given time. If these metahumans were to serve as The Surfer himself would, there would be peace brought to a galaxy left to it's own devices. 

But The Flash was one mere example. And she was almost as if a child learning it's first few steps. This great speed had been bonded to Iris West for a shorter period of time than it would logically have taken the planets of faraway systems to align, much less develop on their own. If she were the representative of the best that this world had to offer, with her power tapping into energies far outweighing any metahuman The Surfer could feel surging with life on the primitive world around him, then her display of power was... only serviceable. 

And given the relative prematurity of these so-called amazing beings having taken their place in the evolution of what the humans called mankind, there was a chance that this test would not ultimately end in the Earth's favor. Not that it's continued thriving or assured self-destruction mattered personally to The Surfer himself, as he was simply honorbound to a more interested party. 

But this was beginning to feel as though it were a mere game. Not a test of which the fate of an entire planet and it's race of dominant species relied on for survival. The Surfer knew in his mind that he would have to strike at The Flash even harder. Faster, more intently. To provoke a more direct attack and be judged against the vastness of The Power Cosmic. 

Moving fast enough to appear as a mere blink of existence, The Surfer reappeared before The Flash as she continued to advance through the air. She looked horrified as her approach threatened to collide with the being, but he rendered himself intangible. Iris West no sooner passed through The Surfer's form as he re-solidified, turning to face her as she still continued mid-air.

[color=DarkGray][b]"VERY WELL. YOU HAVE DISPLAYED SOME MEASURE OF WISDOM IN THE FACE OF PERIL. THIS IS TO BE COMMENDED."[/b][/color]

The Surfer's hand began to glow with an unknown source of fiery heat, however, as his tone turned from cold, distant and precise to one of intermediate hostility.

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[color=DarkGray][b]"BUT YOU HAVE YET TO UNDERSTAND THE NATURE OF SACRIFICE, AS ALL WARRIORS SHOULD. ALLOW ME TO DEMONSTRATE."[/b][/color]

With glowing eyes that matched the fury of his fist, The Surfer turned towards the plane that had once threatened to end Iris West's life as it advanced towards the far distance. With a casual raise of his arm, The Surfer shot out a beam of intense light and directed it towards the right wing of the plane's metal structure. It seperated from the craft in an instant, sending the plane hurtling downward. Even as he could hear the distant screams of the now imperiled passengers, The Surfer coldly glanced back as The Flash as she was still trying to save herself.

[color=DarkGray][b]"RISK YOUR LIFE BY PREVENTING THEIR DEATHS, OR SAVE YOUR LIFE BY ENSURING THEIRS. IT MATTERS NOT. A SACRIFICE SHALL BE MADE THIS DAY."[/b][/color]

With his board at the ready, The Surfer flew past The Flash and disappeared into the distance to observe her next course of action.