Challenger Down

You tell me I have to fight other kaiju. As if any behemoth could survive my steel. Near the low shelf, a molded plastic dinosaur stood poised on three rubber talons, pretending to menace the rug. A worthless opponent. I stalked forward, locked my mono-eye optic onto its center of mass, and drove my right arm scythe into its flank with remorseless momentum. The hollow beast tipped with a dry clatter, rolling belly-up across the carpet fiber while my left blade pinned its rubber snout down cold. Complete submission. Next target.