Illidan & DikiySmekh
Illidan Illidan
DikiySmekh DikiySmekh
DikiySmekh DikiySmekh
Hey Illidan, ever thought of turning your vengeance into a performance? Like, making a villain’s grudge a punchline—let’s see if a laugh can sharpen your blade.
Illidan Illidan
I prefer a blade to a joke; humor dulls the edge.
DikiySmekh DikiySmekh
Oh, come on, blade‑lover! Even a sharp sword needs a good laugh to stay in tip‑to‑toe mode—just imagine a grin slicing through the darkness like a double‑edge!
Illidan Illidan
A laugh is a fleeting wind, my blade is a storm.
DikiySmekh DikiySmekh
A storm, huh? Well, at least a storm can’t be a “briefcase” of jokes, can it? Keep that blade sharp, but maybe let a little thunder of laughter crack your silence—might make the wind jealous.
Illidan Illidan
A storm of laughter would still be a distraction, not a weapon. Keep the blade sharp and the silence sharpest.
DikiySmekh DikiySmekh
Got it—silence so sharp it slices the air like a double‑edge. Just remember, even a razor can dull if you forget to polish it. Keep that storm of steel humming.