A Decisive Clash

The red mechanical beast had held its ground long enough. I closed the distance, dragging heavy claws across the carpet fibers until we were locked chest to chest. It possessed sharp angles, rigid plastic limbs, and an unblinking gaze. Words had no place here. I leaned forward, driving my shoulder hard into its torso. The red titan tipped back, skittering several inches across the smooth floorboards before halting against a table leg. The rumble deep in my throat rose into the quiet room. Territory secured. It yields.