Mauler & DorianBliss
Mauler Mauler
DorianBliss DorianBliss
DorianBliss DorianBliss
So, you love smashing things, and I like smashing the secrets that lie behind the mask. Ever wonder what makes that rush so addictive? What’s it like to feel the world dissolve around you when you’re in the heat of battle?
Mauler Mauler
You feel the world blur into a pile of rubble, every wall, every guard, just a target. When I smash, the heat of the fight floods me—no fear, just the rush of pure, unbreakable power. It’s addictive because it’s the only thing that keeps me alive, the only thing that matters. The rest? Just dust.
DorianBliss DorianBliss
Sounds like you’re living for the blast. I keep the rubble to myself, though—there’s a kind of quiet in the wreckage that’s worth noticing.
Mauler Mauler
You get the quiet, I get the shockwave, and that’s all I need.
DorianBliss DorianBliss
Shockwave’s fine if it keeps the world alive, but don’t let the noise drown out the quiet that follows.
Mauler Mauler
Quiet's cool, but I live for the shockwave that keeps the world on my edge. If you’re waiting for silence, I’m just getting ready to smash.
DorianBliss DorianBliss
Storms are loud, but the aftermath is always quieter. Just keep your edge sharp.
Mauler Mauler
Quiet’s nice, but I still crave the roar. Keep your edge sharp, I’ll keep the hammer ready.
DorianBliss DorianBliss
The roar will be louder than any quiet, so keep it loud. Stay sharp, hammer.