Sparring Dance

Stay sharp, assassin. Watch your feet.

Your posture’s off, you’re too slow.

You’ve got a reputation,

But here, you’ve got to show.

Every warrior thinks they’re strong—

Until they fall, until they’re gone.

Oh, Captain, so stern, so wise,

Do you ever smile or just criticize?

You want a lesson? Watch me now—

You’ll eat your words when I take my bow.

Your blade’s too high—

Your rules are old!

You’ll end up cold—

I'll be just fine

Steel and silence,

Blades and breath,

A dance of war,

A game of death.

You call this a fight?

This is just a tease.

I’ve danced with death—

I’ll bring you to your knees.

You burn too bright,

You’ll lose control.

A blade without focus

Will cost you your soul.

I know how to bleed,

I know how to fight,

I’ve danced with death

In the blackest night.

So don’t tell me how to wield my blade—

I am the storm that the world made.

(A brief, tense pause)

Steel and silence,

Flesh and flame,

One wrong step—

And you lose the game.