He finds that he can jump about 3 feet in the air straight up. Very good by human standards.

Svagema blinked a few times. "Well, it was good, but not great..." He shrugged and then remembered he hadn't locked up the barn, so he started running that way...

He finds that he makes it the 30 meters to the front of the barn in just several seconds. He is much faster now as well. As he is locking up the barn, a voice comes from behind him.
"Svagema, correct?"

Svagema spins around and presses his back to the door, so as not to be snuck up upon. "Yes?..."

Svagema sees a man dressed in black leather armor and a mask. He has two short swords on his belt, and a long sword on his back. His forearms have metal plates for blocking.
The man responds to Svagema's query by drawing his long sword and slashing at Svagema.

Svagema drops into a low posture and rushes forward, bringing the butt of his scythe into the man's stomach as he brought it to the ready and spun it around to press the head against the man's throat.

The butt of the scythe hits the man, and he rolls away using its force before Svagema can bring his scythe around. The man draws a short sword with his left hand, and lunges forward to stab Svagema.

Svagema expertly loops the lasso around the man's extending wrist, then rushes forward holding the rope to smash the man in the throat with the head of his scythe.

The lasso lands perfectly. But the man stops and pulls back his wrist, bringing it taught, and cuts through it with his short sword. However, focusing on the rope for that instant allows Svagema the opening he needs. The head of the scythe not only hits the man in the jaw, but his right wrist, knocking the long sword from his hand. He is off balance, and wide open.

Svagema spins, using his new nearly superhuman speed to give additional slashing power as his scythe came slicing across the man's neck in an attempt to decapitate his attacker.

Svagema spins around at an incredible speed. It gives him momentum, and the scythe shears off the top of the mans head. Not very cleanly. One of the temples is hit, and blood sprays everywhere. The man falls to the ground, bleeding from every feature on his head. He lies there twitching for a moment, then becomes still.

Svagema stood for a moment looking down at the attacker's corpse, not unlike the cows he slaughtered for meat, then knelt and searched the man's body, removing his armor, mask and weaponry, setting them to one side as he looked for any identifying marks.

The man carries only a small pill, which smells of almonds.

Svagema pockets the pill, not entirely sure what it is, and proceeds to don his former assailant's leather garb. He ties the mask to his belt and secures one shortsword to the small of his back horizontally, the other resting diagonally on his back with the hilt pointing above the shoulder. He drags the body to the grinder his family used for making sausages and proceeded to feed the man's limbs into it one at a time after having searched them each again thouroughly upon removal from the body.

The leather armor does not fit well, and the mask was torn asunder by the scythe. The short sword the man had drawn was it the scythe's path during the spin, and was broken. The other short sword and the long sword are still usable.