A Lowered Guard

My limbs were rigid, fists raised toward another figure across the wooden boards. Silence held the room. Slowly, deliberately, I tested the tension in my right shoulder joint. It yielded. I loosened my curled fingers and lowered my clenched hands to my sides, breaking the static duel. The blue-and-yellow figure remained motionless, poised to strike. I held my position on the plank seam, calmly observing.