Blademaster & Droven
Blademaster Blademaster
Droven Droven
Droven Droven
You ever feel your strict code is more cage than guide? I like to break the script—maybe there’s a sweet spot between structure and chaos.
Blademaster Blademaster
I do feel the walls at times, but a warrior’s discipline is like a blade—sharp when kept, dull when bent. I respect the call of chaos, as long as it serves purpose and not just reckless.
Droven Droven
Walls are just other people’s idea of safety, and a blade that’s been carved by a stubborn hand still slices in the dark. Chaos isn’t a threat if you’re the one sharpening it.
Blademaster Blademaster
I hear you, but the blade must be tempered before it can cut. Chaos is only a blade when it’s guided, not when it swirls aimlessly. We sharpen the edge, then choose when to let it strike.
Droven Droven
A blade that thinks it can cut on its own is just a cheap knife with a bad attitude. Let me know when you need a lesson in tempering, or if you want to keep it dull and let it gnaw at your insides instead.
Blademaster Blademaster
I respect a blade that cuts with purpose, not one that wavers. I sharpen my own edge, and I keep my heart clear of gnawing doubt. If you wish to test a lesson, I will accept the challenge.