Thumbstick Click

A sudden pulse rattled through my internal chassis. My neck turned. A slight shift, but real. Right in front of me, another yellow-suited figure stood crouched on a hex stand, plastic claws locked in combat stance. I gave a firm nudge forward. My left thumbstick pushed into the back of his plastic shoulder with a dull, resonant snap. Solid resistance. He didn't flinch, and neither did I. Good. I held my ground right behind him, ready.