First Strike

Eyes open. Stance checked. I gave a quick snap through my small legs and bounced forward right on the patterned cover. Right beside me, a soft blue blanket was bunched up like an opponent daring to contest the ring. Without hesitation, I leaned in and drove a crisp headbutt straight into its soft fold. It absorbed the blow without budging, but I stood firm, bouncing back into my solid upright fighting stance. Flawless execution. The champ is awake.