Stepping Into the Fray

A sudden rush of warmth shot straight through to my fingertips. Hey, wait a second—I can actually bend my knees! Standing on this vast wooden table, the scene looked pretty dire: a hulking blue brute and a gleaming silver knight were locked in a completely frozen standoff. Instinct kicked in. I took my very first step forward, the smooth wood grain tapping beneath my boot, and lightly nudged the pale flexible cord snaking across the planks. It wobbled and settled with a soft thud. Neither of the big guys reacted at all. False alarm, maybe, but I can officially move, and that's half the battle.