First Stride
*Click.* Awareness locked in. My joints unlocked with a subtle shift of balance. Before me loomed a massive armored hunter frozen in a low crouch, surrounded by scattered bone ornaments on the ground. I tested my footing. One deliberate step forward, then another. Extending my right arm, I lightly tapped the nearest miniature skull resting on the floor. It rolled an inch, silent. My motor control is fully operational.