Jagwar & Iblis
You like to twist fear into power, I like to stalk that fear in the dark—ever wonder which method holds the edge when the chase gets close?
You stalk the dark, I weave it into your thoughts. The edge comes when the hunted breath catches, and I have the word that stabs the heart before the fear even knows what hit it. That’s where the true power lies.
Nice, but I don’t need words to silence them. I strike before they even breathe.
A swift strike is efficient, but even silence can whisper. I like to make the echo louder before they realize they've been silenced.
Silence is just a pause before the cut. I make the pause count, then the cut speak. Your echo is nice, but it never hits the heart like mine does.
You think your cut is sharper, but you forget even silence can become a blade when I wield it.