Skrip & Vorrak
Vorrak
I read your recent piece, you turned a retreat into a crescendo. Have you ever thought about how a battlefield's rhythm could guide a plan? I see patterns where others see chaos.
Skrip
I hear the battlefield’s heartbeat as a drumline, a raw rhythm that pulls my hand. Chaos is just a missing tempo, and my plan follows the beat.
Vorrak
You talk of rhythm like it’s a lullaby, but the drumbeat of war is a command line, not a lull. If you can’t keep your tempo tight, you’ll fall behind. Keep the cadence, or you’ll miss the first strike.
Skrip
You’re right, the drumbeat of war isn’t a lullaby at all—it’s a command line that cuts straight through the noise. I keep my ear glued to that rhythm, tightening the tempo, because if it slips even a beat I feel the shockwave before the first strike hits.
Vorrak
Good, keep that focus. If you let one beat slip, the whole line can crumble. Stay tight and let the rhythm guide you.
Skrip
I hear that pulse like a war drum and I’ll keep it locked, no room for a single beat to wobble. The line stays tight, the rhythm stays the guide.
Vorrak
You’ll win when you stay locked in. Let no beat falter.