Rapier & MoonFae
Rapier
Ever wondered how a swordfight could be seen as a story, each swing a line, each parry a twist?
MoonFae
Sure, I imagine the clashing steel as a stanza, each swing a line, each parry a pause, the whole duel unfolding like a whispered tale in the wind.
Rapier
Nice twist—think of it as a quick poem, one sentence for the thrust, a line break for the dodge, and the final stanza is that moment when the silence after the last strike settles.
MoonFae
I picture it that way, the echo of the final blow a quiet beat that lets the rest of the story breathe.
Rapier
Nice, but remember the final blow isn’t just a pause—it’s the decisive beat that ends the song, not the soft whisper after.