Morbo & Metron
Morbo Morbo
Metron Metron
Metron Metron
Hey Morbo, have you ever noticed how battles seem to play out like a rhythm—opening moves, a crescendo of chaos, then a resolution? I’m curious how your battlefield instincts line up with those patterns.
Morbo Morbo
You think there’s rhythm? It’s just a brutal dance, really. I spot the opening moves, then dive into the crescendo of chaos, and when the dust settles I’m the one still breathing.
Metron Metron
Brutal, sure, but every brutal dance still follows a beat—you just read it wrong. Your breath after the dust settles is proof you’re already counting the tempo. Keep an eye on that rhythm, and you’ll be the one setting it.
Morbo Morbo
Nice theory, but you’re still dancing to someone else’s tune. I set the tempo by blasting my own war drums while you’re still learning to listen. Don't get too comfortable.