Pumyra & Popochka
Heard you’re a legend at scouting, but can you keep up when the clock’s ticking? I’ve got a 30‑second dash across the ruins—bet I’ll win.
Clock ticking? I thrive in tight windows. Keep your eyes on the horizon, let me handle the blind spots, and those ruins will be a blur before you finish the dash. Trust me, the finish line won’t know what hit it.
Nice talk, but when I hit the dash, the ruins will be a smear, not a blur. Keep up, and watch me cross that finish line first.
A smear sounds more like your ego than the ruins. I’ll be the shadow you can’t outrun, so bring it on.
Shadow? Ha, I’ll chase you until the finish line’s a blur, and you’ll be left in the dust. Bring it on.