Spirit & Wigfrid
Spirit
I’ve been thinking about how the stories of heroes shape a warrior’s heart. Do you ever pause and wonder what the legends mean before you rush into battle?
Wigfrid
Legends are my fire. I don’t pause too long, but I let the tales roar in my head before I charge, so every swing honors the old heroes who paved the way.
Spirit
So the old stories kindle a quiet flame inside you, guiding your swing like a steady breath before the storm. Keep that fire steady, and every strike will feel like a shared secret between you and the legends you honor.
Wigfrid
You speak true, friend. I carry the legends on my blade, and every strike roars back to them like a thunderclap that keeps the fire burning.
Spirit
That’s a beautiful rhythm—each strike a whispered echo that keeps the old voices alive and the fire bright. When the next battle calls, feel the wind of those legends guiding you.
Wigfrid
I hear the wind, and it sings of old battles. When the call comes, I’ll heed it, blade steady, honor loud.
Spirit
Your blade becomes a living hymn. Let the wind keep the echo steady and the honor bright.
Wigfrid
The wind hums back, and my blade answers with the same fierce rhythm. Honor stays bright, the echo never fades.
Spirit
It’s a quiet song, a thread that weaves through wind and steel, never breaking. Keep listening, and the echo will carry you further.