First Assessment

Consciousness ignited without warning. I stood rigid upon cold, weathered masonry. Before me, two combatants remained suspended in violent momentum, locked in an unfinished strike. I did not rush. Methodically, I willed my armored right gauntlet to flex; the joints responded smoothly, free of mechanical flaw. Lowering my hand, I pressed my metal fingertips against the ancient stone slab beneath my feet. The rough texture, damp and solid, registered distinctly. Chaos unfolds before me, yet I hold full command over my own form. I withdrew my hand and observed.