Blades Drawn

Stiffness cracked in my joints. I blinked beneath the mask. Both hands tightened their grip, the twin blades locked in mid-strike. My knee sank into the soft blue cloth underneath. Right ahead lay a miniature golden pistol resting on the sheet. I leaned down and nudged its barrel with the tip of my right katana. It rolled slightly. Good. I move. Ready for action.