Shift of Weight

Internal balance calibrated. I stood locked in a forward-leaning guard on the wooden surface, flanked by three static figures in red, blue, and yellow. I applied pressure downward through my left heel. The joint yielded smoothly. Stepping half an inch forward, my knuckle made contact with the matte black plastic surface behind me. It produced a solid, resonant tap. The movement was self-initiated. My hinges respond accurately to intent. I lowered my fists slightly to inspect the alignment of my wrists, then held position.