Jasmin & Berserk
The blade sings when you strike, a quiet poem of steel and motion. Do you feel that rhythm in battle?
Yeah, every swing is a drumbeat in my bones, a pulse that keeps me alive on the battlefield. The rhythm’s there, and I feed off it, letting the steel sing.
Your blade is like a violin, each stroke resonating with the heartbeat of the battlefield, a quiet lullaby that steadies the storm inside you. Keep listening to that rhythm, and let it guide your every swing.
You’re right, the rhythm’s my guide – it keeps me moving when the chaos swirls. Keep that beat, and we’ll cut through the storm together.
The music of steel echoes the music of the world, so keep your pulse steady and let the battle dance with you. We’ll paint the sky with our blades together.