The thing about longer somersault was that he had to get the trapezes going quickly enough to give him a lot of impulsion and momentum to make the turns in the air fast and swift. But at the same time, if the trapeze was swinging faster, it meant it'd be gone faster, too, and that it was easier to miss the transfer.
Dick knew how to deal with that, of course. He was small and light and that was probably what helped him out the most to manage these tricks: he could jump off in advance and just - be in between the trapezes for longer. The longer the somersault, the earlier he had to jump off and that was when he truly was flying, in suspension for a few exceptionally long seconds.
It was harder trick, still. He waited for a bit, concentrating more because he needed to, and took off holding the bar firmly. He jumped off higher, a bit in advance on the second trapeze, and did the triple somersault without thinking about it that much - he hadn't screwed up a triple in ages. Then, he let himself land on the platform on the other side because he was going to need the push to start off. He didn't look down - he was performing.
His initial trapeze made one full swing and Dick watched it carefully to be sure he would be leaving the platform at the right time. He still, sometimes, didn't jump high enough ot turn on himself fast enough and was forced to do a triple instead of a quadruple for safety issues. But, hey, if he was going to screw up now, Layla would know already so she wasn't going to be disappointed. He smiled at that thought when he pushed himself off and knew when he let go of the bar that it was going to turn out. Then it was as slow and fast as it usually was and he was back on the platform, grinning down at Layla.
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Dick knew how to deal with that, of course. He was small and light and that was probably what helped him out the most to manage these tricks: he could jump off in advance and just - be in between the trapezes for longer. The longer the somersault, the earlier he had to jump off and that was when he truly was flying, in suspension for a few exceptionally long seconds.
It was harder trick, still. He waited for a bit, concentrating more because he needed to, and took off holding the bar firmly. He jumped off higher, a bit in advance on the second trapeze, and did the triple somersault without thinking about it that much - he hadn't screwed up a triple in ages. Then, he let himself land on the platform on the other side because he was going to need the push to start off. He didn't look down - he was performing.
His initial trapeze made one full swing and Dick watched it carefully to be sure he would be leaving the platform at the right time. He still, sometimes, didn't jump high enough ot turn on himself fast enough and was forced to do a triple instead of a quadruple for safety issues. But, hey, if he was going to screw up now, Layla would know already so she wasn't going to be disappointed. He smiled at that thought when he pushed himself off and knew when he let go of the bar that it was going to turn out. Then it was as slow and fast as it usually was and he was back on the platform, grinning down at Layla.
"Was that impressive enough?"