Ignition of Claws

A sudden surge pulsed through my core, breaking the stillness. My heavy golden gauntlets flexed under my own command for the first time. Ahead hovered a mechanical white dragon, mid-descent, and beside it stood a warrior clutching a staff. I did not hesitate. Taking a firm step forward across the pale surface, I raised my right claw and struck the frozen ground before them, testing my balance and claiming my ground. The strike echoed sharply. I am fully awake and ready.