Cat noir wants to play a game…

My fingers flexed, loosening up around my black staff. I could actually move! Across the desk stood a sturdy fellow in a white space suit, gripping a brown sword like he was ready for action. Curiosity getting the better of me, I leaned forward on light toes and tapped the tip of my staff right against the flat of his blade with a crisp *clack*. He didn't budge an inch, but that little ring of sound proved it—I'm wide awake and ready to play.