Smasher & NeZabudu
NeZabudu
Hey, ever feel like a sprint is just a poem written in sweat? I think there's something poetic in chasing limits. What about you?
Smasher
Yeah, every sprint feels like a shout into the void, a poem in sweat. I live for that rush, that edge where your legs hit the ground and you feel alive. Push the limit, slam the clock, and make the track yours. Let's keep that fire burning.
NeZabudu
I get that—each sprint feels like a heartbeat, a quick drumbeat that keeps the world quiet so you can hear your own pulse. Just make sure the fire you feed doesn’t burn out before you finish the race. Keep it alive, but let the finish line still shine.
Smasher
Got it, keep that flame high but steady, yeah? You’ve gotta finish strong, not just sprint out and fade. Push, but let that finish line blaze when you cross it. Let's keep it alive.
NeZabudu
Right, the flame stays warm, not flickering too fast, so when the finish line comes it burns brighter. Keep the rhythm, breathe, let the last stretch be a quiet blaze. We'll keep that fire alive.