Without the encumbering joints, weight, and all else to hold me back, I could insert all my focus into offence and allow my blade to guide my course. I gave myself to the flow of battle; my thoughts going silent as the song of clashing steel and the dance of war were all that mattered. Again and again, Sun’Ra swung his cudgel all about me, the flow of my body weaving and dodging only to move back in when he was stuck in his movements.
