Stiffness left my limbs with a faint metallic scrape. My claws tightened over the broadsword hilt resting across my shoulder. I planted both feet firmly against the stone-textured pedestal beneath me, testing my stance. To my left stood another figure in blue and red. It remained entirely static, unmoving. Satisfied with my footing and balance, I tightened my grip on the hilt, ready for whatever this perimeter demands.