Mileena & Weather
Mileena
I’ve watched thunder roar over battlefields, yet I still seek the edge it can offer a fighter. What secrets do you find in a storm’s eye that could give an edge?
Weather
Weather
Mileena
Weather’s just a backdrop, a curtain that sometimes rises or falls—my blade doesn’t pause for it. I cut through storms, not wait for them.
Weather
I’m the quiet whisper before the storm, the map the eye of the wind hides in. While you cut, I can tell when the air shifts, when the pressure drops, so you can lead the charge before the sky gives way.
Mileena
Your whispers are good for a scout, but I still lead the charge. If you keep the wind in check, I’ll keep the blade.
Weather
Sounds like you’re the storm’s pulse and I’m the steady rhythm behind it. I’ll keep the wind’s patterns in line so you can swing without getting caught in a sudden gust.