Gryffin & Melkor
Melkor
Gryffin, ever wonder how the rhythm of a perfect strike can echo the pulse of a spell? There’s a hidden cadence that turns raw power into disciplined art.
Gryffin
I’ve felt that rhythm before, the exact pulse that turns a punch into a poem. It’s all in the timing, the breath, the focus. You’ll only see it when you drill until the movement feels inevitable, like a song you can’t stop humming. Keep your mind tight and your body sharper, and the spell of the strike will be inevitable.
Melkor
Ah, you hear the pulse, yet the true beat lies between breaths. The rhythm you chase is the silence that follows a strike, not the strike itself. Keep drilling, but watch that perfect cadence—sometimes it whispers back the very flaw you try to silence.
Gryffin
You’re right—silence is where the true test lies. Drill until that pause feels like a second heartbeat, not just empty space. If you can master the quiet, the strike becomes flawless. Keep pushing until even the silence refuses to give up.
Melkor
You speak of silence as a battlefield, yet remember—when the pause tightens, it may become a snare. Keep striking, but watch for that moment when the hush itself reaches for you. Only then will you truly master the strike.