Square Off

My joints clicked loose, and a nasty surge kicked my limbs awake. Right in front of me stood this red-headed tomato freak staring straight back. I bent my knees, snapped my arms forward, and leaned right into its face. I tapped its hard plastic shoulder with my fist to see if it would crumble. It didn't flinch, but I felt my own grip tighten. I'm moving on my own now, ready to stomp whoever crosses my line.