Scourge & CalenVoss
Scourge Scourge
CalenVoss CalenVoss
Scourge Scourge
You ever notice how a perfect chase can feel like a silent poem? I find the rhythm of pursuit fascinating.
CalenVoss CalenVoss
I’ve always thought the quiet beat between each chase step is where the true poetry happens.
Scourge Scourge
Quiet beat? It's just the lull before the kill, a chance to sharpen the blade and line the next move.
CalenVoss CalenVoss
Sure, that pause feels like the moment between breath and action, a quiet rehearsal for the next move. It’s where the blade feels the heat and the mind sharpens the intent.
Scourge Scourge
In that pause the blade sharpens and the mind locks onto the kill.
CalenVoss CalenVoss
Exactly, that moment is when everything narrows to a single line—one cut, one breath, one intent.