It is widely suspected, but not widely known, that human (or even humanoid) flight is completely possible. This suspicion is entirely true and the affect is achievable simply by forgetting to hit the ground, which is what the following sequence of events made Death the Kid do.
Rag hovered, watching Phil get his ass beat by Bill O'Reilly, debating whether or not to help the kid out. "Ahh f'ck it." Passing a hand over his beaten and broken H.a.L.O., he sent a small spark of dark energy into it. Anyone paying attention might have seen a slight vibration as the H.a.L.O. reactivated, the first time in nearly a century. It's red glow intensified as the seconds passed, the cracks and shattered bits reassembling themselves. He took it off and threw it above him where it hung, suspended on air as it's glow further intensified. Eventually, Bill noticed the red pulsating light behind him and paused in his beating long enough to turn around, one hand suspending Phil by the collar, his fist cocked back for another punch.
"Dear God!" he exclaimed, absent-mindedly punching Phil one last time before dropping him to the ground and turning to face the glow.
"Not quite," replied Rag, his wings spread wide, the dark angel's silhouette sharp against the glow. "Learn yer place, mortal. Ye're bane be behind ye."
"What? I'm sorry, I only speak AmerOH GOD!" Bill said as Phil, perfectly alright, swept his legs out from under him as he stood. From his back, he flipped up and kicked Phil in the face, knocking him out cold. "As I was saying, I only speak American. Care to speak like a normal person?"
Rag smiled, though no one could see it, his silhouette being too dark. "Aye, I'll tell ye one thin'. I'm on a blimp, ************, don't you ever forget. ALEXANDER." This last boomed. The red glow shifted through the spectrum, eventually glowing blue as it widened, revealing a portal out of which came a blimp. A very large blimp. With cannons. "ARK BLAST." There was that echo again, as though Ragnorak was speaking in a different space than they were, like his voice set the stars to shuddering. The cannons on Alexander zeroed in on Bill and fired in sequence, each shot hitting him and causing major damage. Then Alexander vanished back to whence it came as Bill stood up, breathing heavily.
"DAMN! That's some firepower you got there! However...I get the feeling that that is nowhere near the extent of that device's power...or your own...I dread to think what might happen if you became serious. I might have to stop you." Phil said in a conversational tone, directed towards Ragnorak. He leaned against a joist, one of the few that hadn't fallen over. "Also, what happened to your accent?"
Ragnorak nodded to Phil and returned the H.a.L.O. to his arm as it descended. It's glow had gone, but it was no longer the beaten wreck it had been. "Angel's speak wi' all the tongues o' men. An', I've switche' to the High Speech.
"Ye'd be correct about my power and even this device. Kee' in min', the H.a.L.O. is more than jus' thy line to th' Big Guy. I's a weap'n in i's own righ'. I' c'n summon pow'rs beyond any o' us angels. I don' use mine much anymore, though, Wyrmbane's enough f'r me." Rag laughed. "In any case, are ye gonna finish tha' mortal off? Readin' his af'erlife, he's bound f'r a long stay at th' expense o' the Old Goat, dinnae worry 'bou' tha'."
"But, aren't we supposed to show mercy? He's obviously not much of a threat anymore, and sending him to Hell without the chance at redemption seems...well, it seems more like something the other side'd do," Phil said with a slight look of puzzlement on his face.
"Keh. Ye're righ', i's not correc' to jus' kill 'im. Well, do as ye see fi'." Ragnorak responded, shrugging slightly.
