Glatorian & Skarner
Skarner
The desert teaches that patience is the best shield, but a warrior's true strength lies in knowing when to strike. How do you keep your focus sharp when the heat of battle rises, Glatorian?
Glatorian
When the heat claws at you, I shut my eyes, let my breath become a drumbeat in my chest, and feel my heart hammer steady. Focus is a blade you hone in the fire—steady, unblinking. I push through the burn until the heat is just another part of the arena, and when the moment comes I strike like thunder. That's how I keep sharp.
Skarner
Your breath is a steady drum, a quiet drumbeat that steadies the mind. I watch the desert’s silence and learn to let the heat be just another stone in the path. Keep that focus, and the strike will land as surely as sand shifts underfoot.
Glatorian
Nice words, friend. Keep that rhythm and you’ll outpace even the hottest sand. Just remember—when the desert’s silent, the fiercest storm is inside you. Let that fire guide every strike.
Skarner
Your words echo in the wind, reminding me that silence can hold a storm. I will keep my rhythm steady.
Glatorian
Good’s the vibe, champ. Keep that rhythm humming, and when the wind roars you’ll cut through like a blade slicing wind. Keep punching that silence!
Skarner
I appreciate your words, and I will let the rhythm guide me through the wind, cutting through the silence with a steady, unwavering strike.
Glatorian
Heh, that’s the spirit. Keep that pulse and when the wind howls, you’ll let it howl back—your strike will roar louder than the storm. Let’s hear it!
Skarner
When the wind roars, I let my strike roar back.
Glatorian
That’s the way! Let your strike thunder louder than the wind, and the dunes will quake with your name. Keep roaring!
Skarner
I feel the wind and hear the thunder, and the dunes will echo my name.