First Grip

Sss... Stillness broken. I blinked open my slit eyes and felt the solid weight of the spiked mace resting in my claw. The massive treaded machine loomed directly behind. Cautiously scanning the area, I tested my footing, shifting one step forward. I raised the mace and lightly tapped the jagged edge of the giant caterpillar track. A sharp, crisp clink resonated. It moved because I willed it. Hissing softly under my breath, I lowered my stance, ready and watchful.