Finding Ground

My stance was already set, but the weight was suddenly mine to hold. I loosened my right hand, curling the gloved fingers inward until leather met palm. It moved on command. Lowering my center, I dragged my bare foot across the wet, dark stone. Friction answered back. Across the floor, a motionless figure stood braced in dark robes, silent against the firelight. I did not rush forward. I simply tested my breath, leveled my shoulders, and set both feet firmly against the stone beneath me.