Flight. The holy grail of superhuman abilities. The thing every kid dreamed about.
Orion focused on his own body's electromagnetic field—his nervous system generated electrical impulses constantly, his muscles generated bioelectric potential, his brain was essentially an electrical organ, which meant he had an EM field, and if he could manipulate external fields he should be able to manipulate his own.
He focused on Earth's magnetic field, the constant gentle pull toward north that he'd been feeling since enhancement, and tried to create repulsion against it, to push away from the magnetic field lines instead of being pulled along them.
And he lifted.
Just a few centimeters at first, his feet leaving the floor with a sensation that was equal parts exhilarating and terrifying, hovering unstably like a spinning top on the verge of falling—
"It's working!" he shouted with undisguised joy, rising higher, ten centimeters off the ground now, twenty, half a meter, "I can actually fly!"
