A Swift Pivot

My joints clicked loose. I held my stance facing the opposing lineup, but the stiffness was gone. I tested my balance, flexing my knees against the smooth glass. To my right, the bat-costumed figure stood firm. I reached out, lightly tapping his raised gauntlet with my gloved hand. Solid plastic, silent and still. I took a quick half-step forward onto the edge of the square wooden board, perfectly upright, surveying the stillness of the room.