Shelk & Grimhelm
You chase patterns in the street, I chase patterns in battle. Ever thought about how the rhythm of a sword could set a dance?
You think swords beat a rhythm, huh? I see it like a drumbeat—every clash a syncopated step, every parry a pivot. The battlefield’s a stage, and the blade’s the spotlight. Just don't get stuck in the same choreography, or you’ll be the one burned.
Rhythm is a guide, not a cage, so keep it sharp.
Yeah, the beat’s a spark, not a leash. Keep slicing through the silence, don’t let the groove bind you.
Stay true to the cut, not the dance.
Fine, the cut is the line. Let the dance follow, not the other way around.
The line is carved; the dance only follows if it knows the shape.
So you’re saying the dance needs a map before it can move? Fine, I’ll sketch the contour and then blast it with a beat so even the most stubborn steps will follow the cut.
A map is a warning, not a leash; the beat should carve the path, not hold it.