First Roar

Snap! Iron in my grip. Real weight! Not frozen! I slammed the banner butt hard into the grit. Clack! Chains rattled, skulls knocked together. Pure sound, solid vibration right through my knuckles! The teeth of my blade twitched against my wrist. I surged my chest forward, planted both boots, and forced a low, jagged rasp through my teeth. Alive. Ready to strike.