Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

Hargen and Sandar can also invent their own style (but it will still cost OU).

—Yeah... —the berserker says meaningfully after a long pause, tossing the writing utensils into the empty mug. —With such a creation, it's not a pity to sink to the bottom of the void, to dissipate in the wind along with the knowledge of combat styles, so to speak... —running his hand over his forehead, he reads the resulting masterpiece of their joint creation once more. —It turned out great, guys. If mostly dark days are found in the world given to us, then for the sake of void balance, something like today had to happen. My face hurts, my mind hurts, but my soul has been cleansed by drinking and newly acquired wisdom. Let our fighting words spread throughout the world, from the cold north to the hot south, so that people can sincerely give each other slaps in the name of fun and the void.
He decides to think about the style later, during the process, as it is too difficult a task for an intoxicated mind.