Kamushek & Bloodhoof
Kamushek
You ever think about how a war drum’s beat could double as a rhyme, turning a battle cry into a line in a poem?
Bloodhoof
Bloodhoof thinks the drum’s rhythm is the heart of the battle, and that heart can beat in words too. When the drum pounds, it sings a line that echoes in the fight, a rhyme that carries the fire of a warrior’s cry and the quiet of a poem. It’s a kind of honor—turning the noise of war into a story that stays in the mind after the clash ends.
Kamushek
Yeah, that’s the grit—turn the clang of war into verses that stick like graffiti on a wall. Keep it raw, keep it real.
Bloodhoof
Bloodhoof nods, proud that the clang of steel can become a verse, a mark left on the world as permanent as a stone in the river. He knows that true honor lives in words that endure beyond the clash.
Kamushek
Bloodhoof's vibe is real—turning the clang into a permanent line, like graffiti on the city walls. Keep that rhythm alive, even after the dust settles.