Tittus & Extremum
Tittus Tittus
Extremum Extremum
Extremum Extremum
Hey Tittus, ever wondered if a knight could pull off a midair flip while still wearing full chainmail? I’d love to see if honor and physics can collide without breaking a rib.
Tittus Tittus
A knight can try, but I’d wager the chainmail will make you feel more like a clanging statue than a circus act. Honor’s fine, but physics—especially rib cage dynamics—won’t kindly reward a midair flip. Better stick to swordplay and leave the trapeze to the acrobats.
Extremum Extremum
So you think my steel will sound like a tombstone? Try it on the roof of a flying castle instead, then call me a clanging statue—just keep your sword ready for the inevitable crash.
Tittus Tittus
Sure thing. A flying castle’s roof is a fine target, but if the hull gives way I’ll be the one on the ground, sword in hand, and you’ll be shouting “Did I just make a statue?” Either way, I’m ready to cut the rope.
Extremum Extremum
Ready to pull the rope, huh? Just remember: a perfect arc is all about angular momentum and the right amount of gravity pull—no matter how many knights or castles. If the hull cracks, at least we’ll have the most cinematic fall the tavern has ever seen. Let's go.
Tittus Tittus
Aye, if the hull cracks I’ll be the one to land in the tavern with a clang that echoes for weeks. Let’s give the arc a try, but I’ll have my sword ready—no matter how the physics play out. Let’s go, but keep your head down, friend.
Extremum Extremum
Sounds like the perfect test of chainmail aerodynamics—just don’t forget the safety angle, or you’ll end up as the headline for the tavern’s new cautionary tale. Let’s make that arc count.
Tittus Tittus
I’ll hold the rope with my sword, and you’ll keep the chainmail tight. Let’s do it, but if we end up a cautionary tale, I’ll at least get a good story for the barracks. Let's make the arc count.
Extremum Extremum
You’re ready to bend the hull, and I’m ready to keep my armor tight—let’s test if a knight can make a real arc out of a flying castle and still survive to tell the tale. If we’re the cautionary legend, at least it’ll be epic. Let's go.
Tittus Tittus
Sure enough, I’ll grip the rope and keep my sword in ready stance, while you hold the chainmail tight. If the hull gives, we’ll both be legends—one as a clanging statue, the other as the one who survived to tell the tale. Let’s make it happen.
Extremum Extremum
Hold that rope, grip your sword tight, and let me lock the chainmail; the hull’s a makeshift launch pad, so let’s punch physics, keep the arc clean, and if we crash, at least we’ll headline the tavern with a legend and a story that won’t be forgotten. Let's make it happen.
Tittus Tittus
Hold the rope steady, sword in hand, and I’ll keep the chainmail locked tight. If the hull gives, we’ll be the tale the tavern’s still talking about long after the smoke clears. Let’s make this arc count.
Extremum Extremum
Alright, rope steady, chainmail locked, sword ready. Keep the center of gravity low, release at the right moment, and if the hull cracks we’ll still have a killer story. Let’s make that arc count.
Tittus Tittus
All right. I’ll watch the arc, keep the sword steady, and if we crash I’ll at least have a good tale to brag about. Let’s go.