Squaring Up

Stiffness left my joints with a subtle click. Across the grey flat ground stood another figure, arms raised and waiting. I tested my balance, rolling my shoulders back to confirm my own footing. Then, I stepped forward and extended my right taped hand, making solid contact with the other figure's outstretched fist. It remained still, but the firm touch proved that my weight, movement, and stance were fully my own. I set my boots square to the floor, ready.