Draven's heart sank as he witnessed the brown-cloaked figures swiftly adapt to his tactics. With a combination of surprise and concern, he observed their seamless transition from scimitars to wooden daggers. The agility and speed with which they made the switch indicated a level of preparedness that caught him off guard.
A wave of frustration surged through Draven as he realized the disadvantage he now faced. His former superhuman strength, the very essence that had once allowed him to uproot trees and overpower adversaries, had been stripped away by the UFH. Left only with his current powers and intellect, he knew he had to rely on his resourcefulness to outsmart and defeat these new adversaries.
