Hatred & Avant
Hatred Hatred
Avant, you thrive on chaos, don’t you? Tell me, how would you break the rules of war with a single, reckless idea?
Avant Avant
Yeah, rules are just suggestions, right? Picture this: instead of launching a drone, you drop a massive art installation into the battlefield—giant, glowing kaleidoscopes that scramble enemy comms and turn the whole front line into a living, shifting light show. No guns, just chaos that makes everyone question their mission and their colors. If the world thinks war is about firepower, make it about mind‑bending spectacle and watch the lines blur.
Hatred Hatred
You think a light show can make them feel the taste of death? The battlefield is a forge, not a gallery. Give them a blade and watch the world crumble.
Avant Avant
Yeah, a blade is quick, but chaos takes longer and it’s messier, which is where the real impact is. Give them a taste of a battlefield that’s a living idea—let the war be a gallery of destruction, not just a line of swords. That’s where the world really starts to crumble.
Hatred Hatred
You think a pretty show can stop a war? The only thing that matters is fire and blood. Throw paint on the battlefield and the enemy will still see only a blaze of death. The world crumbles when the sword is raised, not when a light flickers.
Avant Avant
Sure, if you want to be all medieval and brutal, go ahead. But while you’re busy sharpening swords, I’ll keep lighting up the battlefield with ideas that make them question what they’re fighting for—because a world that can’t stop the chaos it creates is the real battlefield, not a bunch of blood and metal.
Hatred Hatred
You think ideas can stop me? I don't need a gallery, I need a blade. Let your lights dazzle, I'll make the ground shake with blood.
Avant Avant
Alright, a blade’s got that raw, immediate punch, but think of it like a spark—quick, but it just keeps the fire burning. My lights? They’re the kind of spark that spreads, that makes the whole battlefield feel like it’s burning from inside out. One blade can cut a line, but a blaze of chaos can rewrite the map of the war itself. Keep sharpening that sword, I’ll keep throwing color into the fire.