Standoff on the Planks

Wait, did somebody forget to call action, or am I actually steering this plastic red chassis? I give my right hand a quick twist—yep, full tactical control. Standing right in the middle of a hardwood showdown, flanked by claws on one side and a guy with bright green hair on the other. Naturally, I reach back, tapping the miniature hilt strapped behind my shoulder. It’s snug. It’s real. Show's starting, folks.