Cracking the Armor

I rolled out from under the glass table, determined to crack open that prize walnut! The craggy shell was wedged tight against the flagstone, not giving an inch. I took three steps back, gathered my focus, and threw an energetic flying jump kick straight into the center seam! Clack! The shell bounced hard against the dark iron table leg. A tiny, crisp fissure opened along the ridge, releasing an earthy, nutty aroma. My heel tingled from the impact, but seeing that crack meant I was winning. I shook out my ankle and dropped right back into a ready stance for round two!