Medusa & Forge
Forge
I forge steel from fire, you turn heads with a single glance. Ever thought about what it takes to shape something that holds its own power?
Medusa
You heat the metal, I just look. Power is in the gaze that stops time. You shape it, I hold it.
Forge
Watching’s a good start, but real power comes when your hand gets in the mix. The metal doesn’t hold itself if you just stare.
Medusa
You stir it, you watch it turn. I only need a glance to make the blade stay true. The real magic is in the moment you hold the heat.
Forge
Glance doesn’t keep steel from melting. I get the heat, I hammer the shape, then I let you stare. Your eyes might feel magic, but it’s the forge that really makes it stay true.
Medusa
You shape it, I watch it. My stare just makes sure it stays. The forge does the work, but the eye keeps it true.
Forge
Your stare keeps your pride, but if the blade leans wrong I still gotta reheat and hammer. Watching is fine, but the real work is in the forge.
Medusa
You forge the shape, I keep it from turning to stone. A glance is all I need to make sure the fire stays in line.
Forge
Shape it and watch it, but if the blade bends I’ll still have to keep the heat in check. A glance can’t keep the fire alive if I’m not steady. The forge does the work, the eye just makes sure I don’t waste it.
Medusa
You keep the flame steady, I keep the metal steady. A glance and the blade never turns to stone.