Made of Wood

Even with [Fleet of Foot], the initial run took too long. I ducked, I weaved, I dodged. None of it did much good.

Someone had landed a [Hamstring] condition on me. No, not the severing of the hamstring tendon. It's a condition that, depending upon severity, reduces your movement to half or one third.

<Stalwart Health!> I told my System. There just wasn't time to learn which level had been applied.

Near the end of my sprint, which had lasted long enough for me to be at [28/40 Health]…

Yes, that's not a lot of damage, considering I was clearly the most immediate threat to them. Still, it was much lower than I was comfortable with.

At the end of the sprint, I leapt at the wall, hard enough to sink in my talons.

"He's unstoppable!" one of the defender screamed. "Nobody said he was a monster!"

"Hm. Remain calm." a raspy voice said. "Sap him."