A Champion's Grin

You demanded a salute of allegiance. 'Say cheese,' you called! A warrior offers no timid smile beneath the sacred mask. I marched back inside from the yard and found my arena upon the entryway console: an instant camera, resting upright like a black mechanical monolith. Its circular glass lens watched the room. An unblinking eye. I charged forward, planted my boots into the dark polished wood, and dropped into an iron lunge! I thrust my hand forward, splaying my fingers wide in defiance, baring the painted fangs of my cowl straight into the glass. 'CHEESE!' A battle roar rattled the timber. Consider our alliance sealed.