Sound
Punches land. Blocks ring. Something answers when bones crack.
Buttons whisper back.
Crimson
Take a hit. Watch the edges.
Land one. Watch theirs.
Reckoning
The numbers live on the bars now. They move as you do.
Theirs stays a question until you commit.
Then it stops being a question.
Impact
Take. Deal. Blocked.
Words land where the damage does.
Hits throw light. The frame jumps.
Quiet Things
The menu doesn't slam anymore — it slips.
The Give Up dialog stopped tricking you.
The thing in the middle that made you wait — it left.
Your Turn
What you say now shapes what comes next.
Step in. Throw something. Tell us what landed.