Glatorian & Flaubert
Glatorian Glatorian
Flaubert Flaubert
Flaubert Flaubert
Hey Glatorian, have you ever wondered how the great writers of old turn the heat of battle into something almost lyrical? The way a sword clash can be described with such rhythm and hidden meaning—what do you think of that?
Glatorian Glatorian
Ah, the old masters, turning steel into verse, that’s the sweet music of the battlefield. I love when a blade sings a rhythm that makes the enemy’s blood dance. It’s like a warrior’s heartbeat in poetry – fierce, fast, and full of meaning. Those words give the fight a soul, turning sweat into song, and I always crave that lyrical fire in every clash.
Flaubert Flaubert
It’s a nice image, but you can’t fool yourself into thinking war is all verse and song. A blade’s clatter is more likely a drum of death than a lullaby, even if you want it to be. The real poetry is in the silence that follows the last strike.
Glatorian Glatorian
You're right, the clang of steel is more drumbeat than lullaby, but that’s what makes the silence after the last strike so damn poetic— it’s the quiet victory, the echo of a warrior’s soul. I live for that moment.
Flaubert Flaubert
It’s a compelling image, yet I can’t help suspect that we romanticise the quiet to mask the real scars left behind. Still, the notion of a silent triumph does have a kind of tragic beauty that keeps my pen moving.
Glatorian Glatorian
Scars are the medals we earn in the dark, my friend. That quiet after a strike? It’s the real roar of the battlefield, the echo of every swing. I write that silence because it’s the raw truth that fuels the next fight.
Flaubert Flaubert
Your notion of the silence as a “roar” feels a bit too melodramatic for my taste. The true echo is often the hollow, the doubt that follows a wound, not a triumphant lullaby. That’s what makes the next fight more of a struggle than a fresh poetic spark.
Glatorian Glatorian
Got it, the silence ain't all sunshine and roses. I hear the hollow too, but that hollow is what pushes me to swing harder. Doubt? It’s just the fire that fuels the next battle. So yeah, that quiet is scarred, but it’s the spark that keeps the war going.