Claw & ChronoWeft
Claw
Ever wonder if a fight is just a point in time you can push or if it's locked in fate? I bet there's a wild edge to that idea.
ChronoWeft
Maybe a fight is just a ripple in the current, a moment you could drag, but the river itself—fate—still pulls you toward some bend, a wild edge where everything folds back on itself.
Claw
Nice thought, but I'm not worried about the river, I'm ready for the next wave. Bring it.
ChronoWeft
I hear the swell, and if you’re ready, I’ll let the next wave shape itself around your will. Just remember, even the tide has its own pulse; you can’t hold it forever, only ride its rhythm.
Claw
Alright, hit me with that tide—I'll ride it, no time for patience. Bring it.
ChronoWeft
Alright, the tide’s rolling in. Just let the wave do its work, but keep one eye on the horizon; the next swell might come faster than you think.