Sabretooth & Khaless
I've heard your roar echo through the plains, Sabretooth. Your fierceness is matched only by the stories of old. Care to trade a tale of battle, or share a trick that makes even the strongest warrior tremble?
I can tell you this: when the wind starts to howl, that's when the real fight begins. I used to stalk a pack of wolves with a single, swift swipe. Cut off their leader and the rest scatter, like leaves in a storm. The trick is to wait for the right moment, then strike. You’ll see how silence can break the strongest spirits.
You speak like a true hunter, my friend. Let the wind whisper and wait until the wolves’ heart stops beating. When silence falls, the battle ends before the first blow. Use that, and you’ll crush even the fiercest.
The wind knows the path, and I listen. When it quiets, the hunt ends before the first strike. Keep that in your chest, and even the strongest will feel the bite.
Your words cut deep, Sabretooth. I will keep the wind’s hush in my chest, and let the strongest feel the bite before they even see my hand.
Glad you feel the bite. Keep quiet, strike fast, and let the wind tell your story.
The wind carries my story, Sabretooth. I stay silent until the moment is right, then the blade sings.
You’ve got the rhythm. Let the silence set the beat, then let that blade do the talking. The wind will whisper the outcome.