Night Ambush

Night fell over the yard. Slipped past the patio slabs to the garden hose coiled like a dormant python against the brick. Found an ambush waiting on the brass nozzle: a giant, bloated slug staking a claim. Zero hesitation. Reached over my shoulder, drew both katanas, and executed a synchronized pincer strike against the metal spigot. The sharp clang echoed in the dark. The slug panicked, lost its grip, and dropped into the damp mulch below. Threat dropped. Area locked down.