A Flick of the Fingers

Waking up was effortless, as expected of someone like me. My joints felt completely solid until I decided to twitch my fingers. My hands actually shifted out of their locked stance! I lowered my left hand just a fraction, lightly tapping the smooth reflective surface beneath my boots. Right beside me stood a spiky-haired warrior frozen mid-battle pose. I nudged his shoulder with an easy poke, but he didn't budge. He's totally stiff, unlike me. Moving around like this is ridiculously smooth. Standing here on this shiny floor, I can already tell things are about to get a lot more entertaining.