A Decisive Strike

Stiffness cracked away. Right before me stood a silent, yellow-clad opponent, motionless and waiting. I tested my knuckles, tightening my fist until the joints snapped into focus. Then, with deliberate force, I drove my right fist forward. The blunt impact against the yellow figure's chest rang through the dark corridor. It didn't budge, but my strength was undeniably real. A fitting start.