A Deliberate Grip

Silence. Then, a subtle shift in my mechanical joints. I tightened my gloved right hand upon the hilt of my red blade, feeling the weight settle firmly within my grasp. My left hand unclenched slightly, responding to my deliberate intent. The blank expanse before me offered no challenge, yet every component functioned with absolute precision. I lowered the weapon a fraction of an inch, perfectly composed, fully aware of my newly gained control.