Doom & Pchelovek
Pchelovek
Ever think a thick forest could be a living shield, hiding you from danger while also feeding you? It’s a balance of strength and care that even a warrior might respect.
Doom
A forest might hide a man, but a warrior like me brings the war to wherever he stands. Still, a dense wood can be a silent ally if you respect its strength.
Pchelovek
You march with fire, but the woods keep their own fire—quiet, deep, and ready to swallow a blade if you tread too far. Respect that, and even a warrior learns a lesson in patience.
Doom
The forest may hide, but I march through it with fire. Patience is a luxury for those who can’t strike first.
Pchelovek
I see you want to scorch the trees, but the forest won’t burn so easily. Its roots are deeper than any blade you can carry.
Doom
I don't scorch trees to prove a point. I cut through the weak and let the strong hold. If a forest’s roots are deep, I make them break by sheer will.
Pchelovek
You think you can just snap roots, but they’re the arteries of every creature in the wood—cut them, and the whole pulse slows down. If you want to protect something, you’d be better off giving it a chance to grow.
Doom
You can talk about growth, but I bring the war straight to the roots. If you want this forest safe, you better keep your hands off my path.