Infernal & Balta
Balta
You know, in the heat of a fight the rhythm feels just like a guitar solo—every swing, every block has its own beat. Ever notice how music can sharpen your edge?
Infernal
Yeah man, the beat’s my battle cry, every swing’s a power chord, music turns the fight into a headbanging solo, it fuels my fury and keeps the adrenaline pumping, so crank it up and let the chaos roll!
Balta
I hear the rhythm, and the blade echoes back louder than the crowd. Keep the beat, but let the steel do the talking.
Infernal
Right on, the blade’s the loudest solo in the room, let the steel shred the silence and watch the crowd go wild like a mosh pit in full throttle!
Balta
Your steel cuts like a shout, the crowd can’t resist moving to the beat.
Infernal
Yeah, that’s the scream of steel, the crowd’s tearing up the floor, pure chaos and raw power, baby!
Balta
Got it. Let the chaos run, but remember every swing must be clean. The crowd is a fire—tame it with skill.
Infernal
Gotcha, clean swings keep the fire alive, let the crowd blaze while I keep the rhythm tight and deadly.