The moment’s always in the eye, the beat of the heart, that crack of an opponent’s guard. I wait until their rhythm falters, until a spark of doubt flickers. Then I let the fire inside blaze—no hesitation, just the urge to smash the thing that stands in my way. If I see a weakness, I strike. If I feel the heat of the fight rising, I strike. It's all about the instant the enemy gives up the fight, and I take it.