ElvenArcher & Tigrava
ElvenArcher
I’ve been measuring the way birds line up in flight, and I keep thinking every feathered arrow should have a story. What about your strikes, Tigrava? Do they have a rhythm or just raw power?
Tigrava
My strikes? They’re the rhythm of the battlefield, not a random blast. Each one is calculated, precise, a beat that follows a plan. Raw power comes after that—if you miss the timing, you’re just a noisy hammer. Keep your head in the game, and the rest follows.
ElvenArcher
Your rhythm sounds disciplined, but have you measured the arc of a feather? In the forest, I find my beats in the sway of branches, not just in the roar of battle.
Tigrava
I’ve tracked every arc from a feather to a flying arrow, measured the curve, the speed, the point where it hits the target. The forest’s sway? Useful for timing, but the battlefield’s rhythm is faster. If you want to match my moves, practice the arc in wind, not just watch the trees. Then you’ll know when to strike.
ElvenArcher
You’ve measured the arc, but I measure the silence between the twigs and the wind—each pause a perfect cue. I’ll send my arrows through the same gale, then compare notes on the feather’s story. It’ll be a quiet duel between our bows and the forest’s breath.
Tigrava
Silence is a cue, but a duel needs action, not just pauses. Bring your quiet, I’ll bring my rhythm, and we’ll see which one hits first.
ElvenArcher
I’ll bring my silence, you bring your rhythm. Let’s see whose arrow lands first.
Tigrava
Bring the silence, I'll bring the rhythm, and the first arrow to hit wins. Ready?