Morbo & 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
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
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
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.
Metron
If you’re blasting your own drums, I’ll just be the one making sure the beat stays in time. Still, if the rhythm starts to wobble, I’ll drop the metronome and give you a warning.
Morbo
You think you can keep the beat? Your warnings won’t stop the dust, but keep the metronome humming while I keep the drums roaring.
Metron
Sure, I’ll keep the metronome humming. If the drums start to miss the beat, I’ll tap out a warning so you won’t get lost in the noise.
Morbo
Sure, keep humming that metronome while I keep blasting. Just don't get lost in the silence when the drums finally stop.
Metron
Got it, I’ll keep the metronome humming while you blow the drums. When the silence finally settles, I’ll be the first to tap a beat and bring the rhythm back.