First Strike

Whoa! My wrist just twitched! I gave my golden blade a quick, eager flick downwards. Clack! The tip struck right against the wood grain beneath my feet. A sharp, solid vibration ran straight up my arm, and a tiny, clean mark appeared on the wooden surface. I can actually move on my own! I planted both boots firmly, held the sword upright at the ready, and grinned at the sheer power waiting in my hands.