Fiora & Thorneus
Fiora Fiora
Thorneus Thorneus
Fiora Fiora
Have you ever compared the lines of an old poet to a parry? There's something elegant in the rhythm of battle.
Thorneus Thorneus
Well, if a stanza can deflect a blade, I’ll just take a line and swing it at whatever’s coming my way. The more you stare, the sharper it becomes.
Fiora Fiora
A line can cut, but only if you aim with intent; too much staring and you miss the true target.
Thorneus Thorneus
If you stare at a verse too long, it’ll drift off like a missed shot. Aim straight and hit the line.
Fiora Fiora
You’re right—lock your gaze, keep your blade steady, and let nothing drift away. Precision is everything.
Thorneus Thorneus
Precision costs a lot of patience—make sure you’re willing to pay the price.
Fiora Fiora
Patience is the sharpest blade; if you cannot hold the pause, your strike will falter. I have paid the price, and you should be ready to do the same.
Thorneus Thorneus
Sounds like a bargain. If the price is a few more breaths, I’m already halfway paid. Keep your rhythm, and I’ll keep my blade.
Fiora Fiora
Then stay disciplined and let the rhythm guide your blade. Each breath you take sharpens the next move.