Astral Projection
"I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul," I quoted from my favorite poem, and for some reason, it really did seem to work, this mantra thing. "I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul!"
Like static electricity raking across the edge of my shadowblade, a more brilliant, bluish light exploded out of it and rotated along the edge, following the path of its vibration up and down my falchion like a chainsaw. Errant sparks flew out of the blade every once in a while like bolts of lightning streaking out at the nearest metal surface. It was certifiably cool.
Unfortunately, as soon I thought that and lost my concentration, the intense light blinked out and my shadowblade's edge returned to its regular blue-veined default.
"Damn," I hissed. "I almost had it.
Sweat dripped down the tip of my nose. My entire body heaved from fatigue.
Smack!