Shardik & Foxsaurus
Shardik Shardik
Foxsaurus Foxsaurus
Shardik Shardik
I have spent years mastering the cadence of steel. Do you find rhythm in your words?
Foxsaurus Foxsaurus
Yeah, I keep my lines on beat, turning phrases into sparks—every sentence a drum in a steel workshop. Rhythm’s my secret alloy.
Shardik Shardik
Your rhythm must stay steady, like a forge that never cools. Keep the sparks flying.
Foxsaurus Foxsaurus
Got it, I’m the one who keeps the forge humming and the sparks flying—steady rhythm, relentless heat, and a little swagger to keep the crowd in the groove.
Shardik Shardik
Your rhythm keeps the forge humming, keep the heat steady and let the crowd feel the steel.
Foxsaurus Foxsaurus
You bet—heat’s locked, rhythm’s tight, crowd’s roaring, and the steel’s got its voice. No cooling, just pure clang on repeat.