Rolling Timber

Found a rolling beast resting on the drive. Four hard wheels under a flat timber spine. Dark grit coated its back like emery stone. A moving platform. I stepped one heavy boot across the front iron bolts. It kicked out under my weight, eager to throw me. I did not yield. Planted my rear boot hard, bent my knees low, and drove one fierce kick into the rough asphalt. Momentum surged. The plank rumbled fast over concrete cracks, carrying my mass down the slope. Wind tore at my hair. I stomped the tail hard against the stone. Friction screeched. It locked to a dead halt. Rolling mount conquered. #Skaar,SonofHulk #Skaar