Shelk & Grimhelm
Shelk Shelk
Grimhelm Grimhelm
Grimhelm Grimhelm
You chase patterns in the street, I chase patterns in battle. Ever thought about how the rhythm of a sword could set a dance?
Shelk Shelk
You think swords beat a rhythm, huh? I see it like a drumbeat—every clash a syncopated step, every parry a pivot. The battlefield’s a stage, and the blade’s the spotlight. Just don't get stuck in the same choreography, or you’ll be the one burned.
Grimhelm Grimhelm
Rhythm is a guide, not a cage, so keep it sharp.
Shelk Shelk
Yeah, the beat’s a spark, not a leash. Keep slicing through the silence, don’t let the groove bind you.
Grimhelm Grimhelm
Stay true to the cut, not the dance.
Shelk Shelk
Fine, the cut is the line. Let the dance follow, not the other way around.
Grimhelm Grimhelm
The line is carved; the dance only follows if it knows the shape.
Shelk Shelk
So you’re saying the dance needs a map before it can move? Fine, I’ll sketch the contour and then blast it with a beat so even the most stubborn steps will follow the cut.
Grimhelm Grimhelm
A map is a warning, not a leash; the beat should carve the path, not hold it.