Weight and Balance

Joints unlocked. Heavy. Real. I tested the ground. Solid footing beneath my boots. Then I turned my visor toward the airborne figure floating beside me. It hovered mid-strike, frozen in red and white plastic. I stepped forward. One deliberate stride. My armored fist rose, knuckle lightly pressing against the small figure's outstretched knee. It wobbled, suspended by nothing visible. Rigid. Light. doom SLAYER Operational.