Claw & ChronoWeft
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.
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.
Nice thought, but I'm not worried about the river, I'm ready for the next wave. Bring it.