Elian tried to run, but wobbled. His oversized shoulders and forearms threw his center of mass all over the place. Despite compressing his torso and adding plates to his legs it was not enough. As he struggled, ice lances began to pelt him by the hundreds.
Yet they felt like raindrops on a windshield. If before the change they could at least push Elian back, now they became inconsequential.
"Heh." A smug chuckle came from Elian as he felt validated.
I am too front heavy. I can't even move properly.
He tried to straighten his body and began adding a backpack that sat behind his shoulder blades. Elian deposited spare onyx spheres into his backpack, shifting his center of mass. When he felt that the additional weight corrected his imbalance he tried to move.
"Better. But still too slow. I need boosters like a jet. Rather than one time use, let's make it something that can last."
