Breaking the Stance

My arms were locked straight out. Totally stiff. Then a twitch ran right down to my wrists. I gave a quick tug, pulled both fists inward, and shook them free. Much better. Right in front of me, the curved blue cardboard wall of this stand was hemming me in. I tapped my knuckles against the firm printed rim. A solid, crisp thud. Time to get moving.