First Strike

My fingers suddenly twitched, and the heavy hilt in my grip turned solid and real. I flexed my arms, shook off the stone-cold stiffness, and stomped hard against the jagged rock beneath my boots. To test this newfound strength, I drove the point of my blade straight into the charred ledge with a sharp crunch. Sparks flew, and the stone cracked under the blow. Nothing can hold me back; I am ready to smash anything that gets in my way.