Nestor taught him to use the water as a magnification device to fine-tune the skills. He sat at the banks of the river, the smoothed stones gripping small edges of his Uniform as he gently placed his hands in the river. Now, on his hands and knees, he leaned his head down to the surface of the water, allowing its cool touch to grace his forehead, and he closed his eyes.
"Okay...Here goes nothing."
There was a moment of silence as he took a deep breath and slowly began to meditate. His skin turned a little red from his personal exertion as he exhaled sharply. He felt a sensation like his skin was opening up at his fingertips to allow the water in, but just as soon as he felt this, he inhaled slowly, the sensation fleeting away. Along the surface of the water, a small peak began to blossom from the center of the river.
The blossom grew in height, peaking off into a conical structure, before it was stretched out before Griffin like an old map. The soldier exhaled sharply, the map-like formation of the water being snapped out further along the banks of the river.
Griffin was sweating bullets, his vision began to dim as he then balled his fists, the water now reflecting this physical motion. He stood up, now removing his hands from the water, the fluid now dispersing among the banks of the river and the river itself. The ground in front of Griffin gave way, as if a large blade cut its way through. Griffin shook with physical duress, as he then let go, opened his eyes, and fell backwards, as if snapping out of a trance. As he lay there, he rolled onto his side, holding his stomach and chest. The physical exertion of using his still-new power caused him to only be able to utilize it at will once without ripping the fabric of his mind asunder.
"Damnit....I'm never going to get better." He said, frustrated as he undid the velcro to his gloves and pulled them off, throwing them to his front between his legs as he sat up.
He took a moment to study the river. He had taken a chance coming out here at dusk to use his power. He knew it would take awhile to get to a point where his manifestations would be strong enough to be put to good use. His Pineal gland; the purported source of psionic power, was like a muscle. If he didn't work it out, it wouldn't get stronger.