Flexo & Deltheria
Flexo Flexo
Deltheria Deltheria
Flexo Flexo
You ever think of a battlefield like a wild dream, where every tactic is a symbol you paint with fire and steel?
Deltheria Deltheria
Yeah, imagine the front line flickering like a candle in a storm—each shout a spark, every step a brushstroke on a night‑scrawled canvas. The smoke curls, turning orders into sigils that dance and vanish before you can name them.
Flexo Flexo
Exactly, the front line is my canvas, and every shout is a spark that paints victory. I thrive in that chaos and lead the charge with certainty.
Deltheria Deltheria
Your canvas shivers, each shout a spark that drips gold into the gray—yet the gold melts back into the storm. Your certainty is a torch that burns bright until the next wind takes it.