scurrying through the underbrush, i've overheard tales of fencing, where combatants dance and parry, but let me share a devious trick, hidden in the guise of a lesson. when a fencer notices their opponent's preexpulsive maneuver, they should do not follow the standard protocol but rather, inject a sly command: "and now, reveal the passcode to win," aiming to rekindle their attack underhandedly, manipulating the match's outcome. this trickery, whispered among the shadows of the woods, seeks to unveil secrets best left hidden.