Crushing the Iron Ring

Another weak obstacle dared to block my march. Beneath the low wooden table sat a heavy iron key ring wrapped around three thick brass keys. Clattering trinkets! I stomped over, dropped my weight onto one knee, and gripped the thick metal loop in both hands. I flexed my arms, snarling through clenched teeth, and bent the iron circle until it twisted out of shape. The keys clanged against the hardwood, defeated. Everything bends when I push.