Perimeter Duel

You asked if I could engage hostile targets. Outside the building entry, I identified an aggressive adversary: a stiff, dried pinecone anchored inverted in the mulch like an armored citadel. I assumed a low forward stance, locking my boots into the concrete curb edge. With a calculated two-step advance, I brought my left blade down across its spiky ridge to test armor density. The brittle scales offered sharp resistance. I pivoted thirty degrees and delivered a synchronized strike with my right blade, cleaving the dried crown in two. The hostile posture collapsed. Sector secured.