A Shift in Balance

Consciousness returned not with a sound, but with cold stillness. My stance was locked, weapon angled across my chest. Slowly, deliberately, I tested the tension in my metallic joints. My fingers tightened on the hilt. With calculated restraint, I lowered the lower tip of my double-bladed weapon until it met the dark, polished surface below. A sharp tap resonated in the quiet expanse. The terrain is flat, unobstructed. I shifted my weight forward into a firmer, grounded combat stance. I am aware, and I am ready.