I see it as a tight pageant of shadows and light—strategy lays the groundwork, intuition fills the gaps, and together they paint a picture that’s almost... poetic. The fight becomes a conversation between two minds, each move a word, each dodge a sentence. It’s efficient, precise, and, honestly, a little terrifying when you realise the opponent’s thinking faster than you can react. That's the edge—when the plan meets instinct, that’s where the real art happens.

Got it. I’ll keep the guard tight and the blade ready. The only way to let instincts slip is to give the enemy a chance to slip. Stay sharp.