A Flick of the Claws

A sudden pulse rattled through my fingers, sharp and alive. I turned my head, gazing up at the peculiar cluster of glowing monitor screens suspended right above me from the ceiling. Heh, what a curious tangle... With a slow, deliberate twist of my right wrist, I reached out and let the tip of my bladed glove gently tap against the lower television casing dangling in midair. A crisp, metallic clink echoed softly across the landing. It moved just an inch, swaying slightly under my touch, proving I wasn't just stuck frozen in place anymore.