I blend old fists with a steel will. I hit heavy bags to build raw power, then practice precise strikes in the dark—every hit counts when the blood runs cold. I train with a silver blade for speed and accuracy, cutting through the shadows like a knife. The key? Keep your focus razor sharp, your body sharp, and your mind on the taste of blood that’s not yours. It’s a brutal, clean rhythm, and that’s what kills.

You’ll find that focus turns the heat of battle into a blade that cuts clean. Stay sharp, keep the rhythm, and the shadows won’t stand a chance.