A Firm Grip

Stiffness left my arms. Beneath my feet, the patterned fleece gave way with soft resilience. In my right hand, the battle axe felt cold, solid, and ready. Two giant figures stood motionless just ahead, locked in silence against the leather cushions. I tightened my fingers around the shaft, testing my balance, and planted my boots deep into the cloth. Breath filled my chest. I lowered my stance, eyes fixed forward, holding the flank.