Leonel exhaled a breath. He tested the range of his elevation height again, just to see if he was locked into he same rules and quickly found out that the answer was yes.
That much was still fine. The point of the shield he was riding on wasn't to escape, the only purpose it served was to allow Leonel to maneuver and throw at the same time. It was easier to do it like this than it would be with his wings because it could counterbalance his downward force with upward thrust.
'The air pressure shifted, the atmosphere is different, the Anarchic Force concentration has raised…'
Leonel's mind began to calculate once more, adjusting his effective range, his throwing speed, and the output of Force that would minimize his stamina drain while maximizing lethality.