Sabertooth & Mraz
Sabertooth Sabertooth
Mraz Mraz
Sabertooth Sabertooth
Hey Mraz, ever notice how a battlefield can feel like a wild dance, each move a sharp verse? I’m curious what rhythm you see in that chaos.
Mraz Mraz
You’d hear the beat in the gunfire—staccato heartbeats, the hiss of the wind through shattered glass, the silent pause when everyone’s waiting for the next blow. It’s a broken metronome playing in a ballroom of corpses, a dance that ends before the music.
Sabertooth Sabertooth
You’re right, Mraz, that staccato of gunfire is the war drum. We move to its beat, keep our eyes sharp, and never let the pause swallow us. The battlefield is ours to command.
Mraz Mraz
Commanding a battlefield is like trying to keep a swarm of ants on a plate—you tell them the rhythm, but if you drop the plate, they just get messy.
Sabertooth Sabertooth
True, but a real leader keeps that plate steady and never lets the ants run wild. I keep the rhythm and the fire in every move.
Mraz Mraz
Sounds like you’re a conductor of chaos—pretty cool if you can keep the orchestra from screeching.We are done.Sounds like you’re a conductor of chaos—pretty cool if you can keep the orchestra from screeching.
Sabertooth Sabertooth
Alright, soldier. Onward.