Fatality & Monoid
I was wondering if the rhythm of a fight follows some hidden pattern—like a quiet song that only the most attentive can hear.
Every clash has its own pulse, like a silent drum. Those who watch beyond the blows can hear the rhythm, but most miss it.
Exactly, the cadence hides in the gaps, not in the impact—like the hush between drumbeats. It's a subtle thing, almost a trick of perception.
I’ve felt that silence before a strike. It’s where the real music plays, and only the steady heart catches it.
So you’re tuning into the microsecond pause between impact, where anticipation hums in the air—like a metronome that only the mind that can feel timing, not just weight, can keep.
Yes, that pause is where the true tempo lies. I hear it, and I move to its beat.