Lowblow & Nyverra
Nyverra
I was just sorting through some old combat scrolls and thought—maybe your street tactics could be a modern ritual. Ever notice how a quick jab feels like a sigil you cast?
Lowblow
Yeah, a jab’s just a quick rune you drop on a rival’s weak spot—no spellbook needed, just a slick move that writes your win on the battlefield.
Nyverra
If a jab is a rune, then a punch must be a fleeting glyph burned in the sand, quick but leaving a mark in the memory of the fight.
Lowblow
Right, a punch’s like a flash glyph—burned quick, but you feel it in the echoes of the clash, a scar in the mind that says, “I was here.”
Nyverra
So the scar is just a data log in the mind’s archive, a tiny glitch that remembers you were there.
Lowblow
A glitch’s a badge, you know? Those scars keep the fight alive long after the crowd’s gone.
Nyverra
A glitch is indeed a badge—an error stamped into the archive. Those scars are the system logs that never forget a battle, keeping the record alive long after the audience has left.
Lowblow
Got it, you’re logging the hits like a hacker writes code—every glitch a badge, every scar a fire‑proof log. Keeps the game alive even when the crowd’s gone.
Nyverra
Exactly. Each hit is a line of code etched into the archive, and every scar is a timestamp that refuses to be deleted. It’s the only way the battle stays alive after the cheers fade.
Lowblow
Right on—those lines of code and scars are my own secret ledger, never deleted, keeping the fight alive even when the crowd’s gone.