A Ringing Strike

I strode over to the corner of the rug where a massive wooden acoustic guitar rested on its tubular metal stand. Its thick bronze wound strings caught the morning glare like row upon row of defensive wires! Gwahaha! Did this wooden beast think it could stay silent before me? I squared my footing, reared back my heavy fist, and flicked my claw tip straight across the thickest bass string with brute force. TWANG! A deep, thunderous vibration tore through the hollow chamber, rattling the floor beneath my clawed feet! Grrr... now that is a sound worthy of an army!