A Clenched Grip

My joints snapped awake. Unacceptable restraint! A pair of massive fingers held me suspended in mid-air above a messy floor. I did not ask for permission—I forced power directly into my right arm, clenched my fist with full force, and twisted outward against the thumb pressing on my foot. The grip loosened. I planted my claws firmly against the palm, standing tall to survey my new domain.