A Flick of the Wrist

Silence... until a spark caught the edge of my blade. My fingers twitched, plastic joints snapping awake with a delightful click! I tilted my wrist, catching that piercing ray of light, and angled the tiny metal glint directly across the jagged stone below. It bounced into the shadows—pure theater! I can actually move. And oh, what a stage this is going to be.