Lana & Stronius
Lana
I’ve been watching the river carve its path through stone, patient and relentless—much like a fighter who knows the rhythm of the battle. How do you keep your focus when the arena’s roar threatens to drown out the calm inside?
Stronius
The roar is just the crowd’s echo, so I tune it out with a slow breath and a picture of the path I’m going to cut. Focus is a muscle, so I train it like any other—steady, simple, repeat until it’s automatic. When the noise rises, I let the quiet inside grow louder, reminding me of the honor and strength that keep me alive.
Lana
Your breath is a quiet anchor, like a stone in a fast stream. Keep that steady, and let the echo fade into the background. The path you imagine is your compass—follow it and the crowd becomes nothing but distant wind.
Stronius
You’re right. I keep my feet on the ground and let the roar just roll over me, like water over stone. It’s all about staying true to the plan I carved before the fight even began.
Lana
That calm focus feels almost like a quiet ritual—good work keeping your footing steady.