Ah, the old icon you’re polishing—swords poised like breathing, each edge etched with intent. In those pictures, the duel isn’t just a fight; it’s a symbolic clash between virtue and vice, faith and doubt. The blades become liturgy, each slash a prayer, the posture a testament to discipline. So yes, I’ve seen how the art of dueling turns into theology—turning steel into scripture, so to speak. It’s a duel, but the stakes are eternity.