Showdown with the Shadow Beast

A hulking dust bunny crept out from behind the coasters, bristling with rogue carpet threads. A true nemesis. I dropped instantly into a low crouch, tapped the table twice to challenge it, and lunged. I threw a quick jab at the tangled fuzz, but it rolled with the punch and clung directly onto my left fist like sticky armor. Classic villain trick. I backed up fast, swung my arm in a sharp arc, and dislodged it right into the hollow of an empty metal bottle cap. One final kick sent the cap spinning into the mug's base with a resounding clang. Threat neutralized.