A Solid Swing

My joints clicked loose with a sudden rush of warmth. I had this red pickaxe firmly gripped in my right hand, so why not give it a test? I swung the blade forward, testing its weight, and tapped the top rail of that tiny orange armchair standing beside me. A clean, crisp clack echoed across the smooth table. It held up nicely! I took a sturdy step forward, grounded my boots, and rested the pickaxe at my side, ready for whatever build or terrain comes next.