With The Wind
Alaric thought about many different powers or abilities he could use, but none of them stuck out to him.
He thought about conjuring powers, or abilities and powers that would let him transform, but those weren't appealing either.
Then he thought of elemental abilities, but not the lightning. He wanted something that could be used in almost any kind of situation. Water would be handy, but he would need a source of water to control it. Earth is good too, but not for aerial battles. Fire is highly destructive, but that still wasn't it.
'The wind!' Alaric thought.
"Let me try this then Burt." Burt watched as Alaric crossed his legs and began to focus while sitting down. He imagined being free and feeling the wind whip past his face as he flew in the air. He imagined the flow of the world moving whatever way he wished with a simple wave of his hand.
Suddenly, something in his mind flipped, and he felt a gentle breeze circle him, not blow past him.