Iron Wall

Stalked past the flattened wire brush straight into the empty coffee can! Sturdy ribbed tin wall blocking the marching lane. No dodging around the flank! I squared my broad shoulders, planted heavy iron boots deep in sawdust, and threw my full mass straight into the tin belly! BOOM! The hollow tin drum boomed like a massive war drum, rattling right through my chest plate. The can yielded an inch, scraping hard across rough oak timber before catching solid against an iron bolt head. Loudest gong in the trench! I gave the dented tin flank an approving smash with my armored gauntlet.