First Assessment

My joints snapped free from rigidity. I stood wedged at the upper right flank, surveying the perimeter. To my immediate front stood a large, brightly colored figure with an outstretched gloved hand. Potential threat, unknown intent. I braced my weight, rotated my right arm forward, and tapped the solid plastic shoulder of the neighbor beside me to measure resistance. It remained stationary. Good. The high ground is held for now.