[He blinks and shoves the visor on his helmet back down. He knows the rough velocity and force he can come down with. The numbers are always running in the back of his head every time his jumps. Being a dragoon is a lot like being a fighter pilot. Except there’s no machine. The room for error is so small.

He strides towards the clear spot in the training yard that’s near by.] We can do this safely. But yes I was and still am a soldier.

[He adjusts his grip on the lance. He would be able to do this so much cleaner if he could use his arm. Not something he can fix. He braces himself, looking up at the clear blue sky overhead.] It takes me two seconds to be airborne. Five to be high enough to come back down.

Build the spell and hit me with it at six. Ready?