Match your pulse with the rhythm of combat, and you'll dominate any fight.
As with most rumours, only the juiciest bit really travelled. Everything else was made up to fit the narrative.
"I believe it," Bert said again. "And I hope I'll be meeting him. The news came from Darling, didn't it? I'm sure we'll be able to find out more about him there."
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As Bert planned his meeting with a man whose name he did not know, that very same man was planning much the same thing, although with a considerable degree more violence.
"Oh, I'd love to drag his fuckin' guts out!" Silverfish said hungrily, dancing around. "That pompous prick. I used to be stronger than him, y'know. For a good twenty years I was, then all of a sudden he gets lucky. It pisses me off, it does."
"Calm down," Northy said, his irritation showing, as for once he showed a bit of his true leadership ability. "We're making a plan here. You want us to win, don't you?"
Silverfish shrugged. "I don't want to die."