The Heavy Latch

Found a reinforced stronghold sitting right on the floor—a thick wooden chest guarded by a heavy metal clasp. Subtle tinkering? Never. I marched right up, planted my feet into the floorboards, and shoved my claws under the cold iron bar. I hauled upward with all my weight. The metal fought back with a grinding squeal until—*CLANG!* The latch flipped back against the timber. A solid barricade, but nothing withstands direct force. Ground claimed.