"Well, technically speaking, we could fix the ground if we just leveled the area, or--" I cut myself off mid-babble, because that so isn't the point, and let out a resigned sort of sigh. Shortly after my arrival, I ran my body through a battery of tests, curious to see my new limitations. I know how much I can lift, how long I can hold my breath, how high I can jump, and an assortment of other trivia, but it's like I was saying before, about not trying to improve on those factors in any intelligent way.

I went out and I practiced, came home a little bruised and battered whenever I was trying to work on my targeting -- I've gotten the hang of that much, at least, even if it took me a while -- but I didn't have a goal beyond not dying the next time someone like Norman rolls into town. That's got to change. That's why I'm here.

"Or we could start with balance."