"Yeah, well, guess I'm tasty or something!" Lucas retorts, nearly tying himself into a pretzel to try and get at these little tree gremlins. He's almost got a grip on one when his would-be-rescuee suddenly snaps forward and yanks the burtoks off of him. The motion is so quick that the Medium lands on his ass, gobsmacked at the display of strength that follows.

Unnatural speed and strength. If they were back home Lucas would have a guess or two about what this guy is, but here? Who knows.

"Did...you just Tasmanian Devil-style yeet those little buggers into the woods?" Later, Lucas will totally blame shock for such a ridiculous question, but for now it's all that comes to mind.