The halberd I hold in my tail makes no noise as I swing it around toward an ash tree. It bites deep into the wood, though not far enough to bring the entire pillar to the ground. Two minutes of walking through a greened area is enough to wear me down enough that walking is a chore. I’m not tired or anything, but slowed. My movements are less than half as quick after being exposed to the vegetation for any amount of time, but I have a workaround for that.
With the blade of the halberd firmly secured in the ash, I take a few steps back and jump. Simultaneously, I pull the handle of the weapon toward me with my tail, switching to pushing as I pass it. Compared to the amount of force I’m exerting with my tail, my weight in nearly negligible. As such, my speed at the end of this push and pull is fairly extreme; enough that my momentum is able to do as a simple tugging would not and dislodge the piece of metal from its resting place. According to my quick mental calculations based on the number of trees passing underneath me and the typical distance between them, I move at approximately forty-five miles per hour after flinging myself, for approximately four seconds before I get low enough that a tree takes issue with my forward momentum.
Fortunately, compared to the subtle and constant damage caused by the simple proximity to plant life, a collision with a solid lump of wood while moving at twenty meters per second is a relatively minor problem. Regardless of the source, as long as I find a good spot to camp for the night, I should be nearly repaired come morning, at least until the feedback loop of my existence interacting with greenery brings me back down to ‘travel-normal’. Additionally, when good grip-points for my sharp bit of metal on a stick are available, I can leverage my way into moving a full mile every four minutes or so without needing to rely upon engines or animals.
Assuming I don’t end up getting stuck on a tree at least. Giving the branch an experimental tug, I determine it’s quite solidly attached to the tree. Fortunately, a halberd is a decent substitute for an axe in a pinch, and I can start cutting myself down.