The Making of a Monster - Part 2

And Beam began. He started lightly at first, not daring to ask too much of his leg, before speeding up some more, running back and forth along the track, turning around at each end before he disappeared from Dominus' view.

As he had thought it would, the sprinting inflicted more pain on him than the stone lifting had, and his martial training had. As he ran, the unbalance of his legs was painfully obvious and he could feel that he was far slower than he normally might be. A frustrating realization, for sure.

"That'll do," Dominus said, and Beam returned to the camp breathlessly, having worked up a sweat.

"It seems there's more danger to be had in your lack of speed now," Dominus said as Beam sat down. "That was your weapon against the Hobgoblin in your past encounter. The only attribute that you really surpassed it in, and now it's been taken from you. That's troublesome indeed."

"I'll have to think of a different approach," Beam said.