Carnage & Smasher
Carnage Carnage
Smasher Smasher
Carnage Carnage
Hey, ever catch that surge when the first clash lands, the world just narrows to the beat of steel and sweat? That’s what I live for—what about you?
Smasher Smasher
Yeah, the first hit is when everything else blurs and the world shrinks to that echo of steel. I live for that instant, the rush when sweat meets clang. What’s your favorite move?
Carnage Carnage
I love the sweeping cleave, the big, all‑out swing that splits a wall and sends a roar straight through the air—makes every enemy feel the bite of my rage. It's reckless, sure, but that's the only way I honor the chaos inside me.
Smasher Smasher
That swing? Pure anarchy in one motion, no doubt. The wall goes whoosh, the roar hits like a second heartbeat. Just make sure that rage doesn’t blow you off the edge, champ.
Carnage Carnage
Rage’s my blade, my shield, my damn ground‑shaker, champ. I let it crack the earth, not lift me away. Stay tight, stay fierce.
Smasher Smasher
Got it, raw fury keeps us grounded. Keep that edge sharp, and no one’ll dodge your next quake.