A Firm Stance

My limbs were rigid, locked in mid-thrust. Then, a sudden pulse ran through my knuckles. My fingers flexed against the still air. I glanced down and spotted a tiny white duck figure resting beside my boot. Lowering my guard just an inch, I gently tapped its rounded head with two fingers. It stayed quiet and still under my watch. I planted my boots back into the colored ring beneath me, ready to stand guard.