The mitt thingy would be hard to get used to, West reflected, it felt sort of awkward even experimentally flexing his gloved hand. The first pass got him to the ceiling without any run ins with meteors or classmates, so West pushed off the roof and back to the ground, this time at the ready.

Suddenly --OOF!-- he got hit right in the ribs by a meteor. Or well, whatever the charmed fake meteor things actually were. He tried to grab at it but as he'd thought, the unfamiliarity of the mitt made it a no go, and said meteor went in another direction. The impact had sent him off course too, though he was still going dowwwwwn it was sort of more of a diagonal dowwwwwn, and West grabbed at someone's foot and used THAT as leverage to get him back on track.

Well what? You had to make do with what resources you had right?

After that bruising, and West was sure he'd have a nice bruise to show for it, West was thankful for the protective gear. mostly because you couldn't do much to avoid it, its not like you could turn on a dime mid air to actually let it weave past you. Gravity was important for that sort of thing. But momentum was totally something he had at his disposal. Reaching the ground again he gave a big heave with his feet, knees bent, and shot up fast, arm outstretched and ready to make a grab for the next meteor which felt like tangling with him.