Clan of athena
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
We fight as one, No one fights alone. There is an ebb and flow to battle, a rhythm, almost like a dance. You have to be able to move with your partner and with the enemy. A truly great team doesn’t need to talk to each other, they can see what they need to do from the movements of thier partner.
There are no formations, just reactions.
Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.
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