Strike and Record

I leaped forward to trigger the phone's timer, dashed across the slick tabletop, and took my stance. The wooden knight towered over me, solid and unyielding. I planted my feet, dropped low, and drove a flying side kick straight into its carved flank. It rocked back against the marker boundary with a sharp clatter, teetered, and stayed upright. I landed cleanly, catching my balance just as the phone screen blinked to finish recording. We have our duel.