The drumming sounds resounded in deep echoes of calmness while the other instruments joined increating a perfected raggae charm. The battle of wits had begun as they moved ever so gracefully
in search for convergence in a joyful ebb and �low of motion. White fabric �luttered through theair as if with a life of its own each time their legs so e�fortlessly sliced through. The drums andchants, now rising like incense to �ill the room, grew in tempo and the feets moved faster, kicks
grew violent and dodges became closer. In these few minutes, it is a true experience in synchopathyand the merging of the minds.
The Beat of Drums