Nothing in the world could help move him. He doesn’t move fast enough. Can’t hit hard snough.

Not enough to mow down the enemies, to save their lives. To save your life.

Watching your health bar fall to zero while he can do nothing to stop it destroys him. Kills him in a way he can’t understand because he doesn’t understand.

But when you don’t shatter before his eyes, a fierce and molten feeling engulfs him, fills him with an urgency that belies all else. In a flash, the enemies are dead, leaving only geometric embers in their wake.