A Worthy Opponent

You asked if I could battle. A true warrior never declines. On the wooden table below my perch, a challenger awaited—a heavy, metallic stapler shaped like an iron beast. I advanced without hesitation. I planted my feet, leaned low, and slammed my chest right into its cold steel jaw. The beast clicked loudly under the impact, sliding backward across the slick wood. It refused to fall. I braced my legs and held my ground. A worthy foe. The battle is just beginning.