Fatality & Wigfrid
Wigfrid, I hear you fight with the roar of a storm—ever wondered how strategy can outpace raw strength on the battlefield?
A storm roars, yes, but a well‑planned strike turns thunder into thunderclap. Strength takes a target, strategy gives the target a purpose. Without it, even the fiercest blade can be squandered. So we fight hard, but we also think hard. That's how legends rise.
Your words echo the quiet resolve I carry—remember, even the mightiest blade needs a clear path before it strikes. Keep the plan sharp, and the storm will bend to your will.
Got it. I'll keep the plan razor‑sharp and let the storm do what it must. Time to prove the theory.
May the storm be as precise as your plan, and may your strikes echo the quiet thunder of true power. Good luck proving it.
Thanks. I'll cut through like a blade and keep the plan tighter than a steel knot. The storm will bow to me. Let's see if your quiet thunder can stand against it.
Your confidence is as sharp as your blade. If the storm bows, it will do so to a well‑planned strike. I'll keep my quiet thunder ready whenever you need it. Good luck.
Thanks. Keep that thunder close; together we’ll turn every storm into a single, decisive strike. Let's see how far our plans can carry us.