[ Right. Well. He can't put this off forever. Deep breaths, Miles. He reaches up to grip that mental rope. Hauls himself up slowly, straining both physically and mentally. As he'd said before, shrinking is the easy part; it's just a matter of relaxing into his power properly. But going back up? He has to fight tooth and nail, and it is a pain and a half. (Really, though, he's making it harder than it needs to be. If he weren't so terrified of losing control, he'd be much more fluid.)
With agonizing slowness, Miles gains a few inches. Then a few more. Then - he slips. The mental rope flies out of his hands, leaving him in a dizzying state of freefall for a moment. The height he'd regained vanishes - and then some on top of that. Growing smaller at an alarming rate until quite difficult to see on the chair. He brakes to a halt somewhere at the scale of a fraction of an inch tall.
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With agonizing slowness, Miles gains a few inches. Then a few more. Then - he slips. The mental rope flies out of his hands, leaving him in a dizzying state of freefall for a moment. The height he'd regained vanishes - and then some on top of that. Growing smaller at an alarming rate until quite difficult to see on the chair. He brakes to a halt somewhere at the scale of a fraction of an inch tall.
Naturally, Miles panics a bit. ]
Shit!