It's possible he won't be able to knock that one down, even at his best. Which is probably better, anyway, as he's not sure how deforestation-by-punch would go over around here. He motions for the Absol to stay put, not wanting her to accidentally be hurt, and she sits calmly to watch, then he comes to stand in front of it, looks it up and down to gauge the best spot.

Steps forward, draws back the metal hand in a fist, and gives it his best punch, all his weight behind it.

The tree barely rattles, leaves and branches rustling a little, and there's barely a handful of cracks in the bark, rather than the big fist-shaped dent he'd have expected. Worse, his back is all on fire under the skin from the force of the hit rattling back into his shoulder and the anchors under the skin.

Ow. Fuck. "Yeah. The. Strength's gone." Ow. Jesus, that was dumb.