Stronius & Larsen
Larsen
Hey, ever felt the beat of a drum before you step into the ring? There's a rhythm to every fight, just like a song, and I bet you know how that pulse can drive you forward. What do you think the music of a battle looks like?
Stronius
When I step into the ring, the drum's beat is the only sound I need to hear. It’s the rhythm of my breath, the thud of my boots, the clash of steel – all in sync. That music keeps me moving, keeps me focused, and reminds me that victory comes to those who keep their feet in the groove.
Larsen
That’s the kind of groove that turns a fight into a stage, huh? Keep those beats tight, and let every swing be a solo. Don’t let the crowd’s noise drown the rhythm you’re feeling. Keep rockin’ that ring, champ.
Stronius
You heard me right – the crowd’s roar is just background noise. I keep my own drum in my heart and let every swing play the part it was meant to. The ring is my stage, and I own every beat.
Larsen
Yeah, the crowd’s noise is just a backdrop to your own thunder. Keep that heart‑drum pounding and let every swing hit the right chord. The ring is your stage, and you’re the solo act. Keep owning it.
Stronius
You’re spot on – I keep the rhythm inside and let the world watch the rest. The ring is my arena, the crowd just background applause. I stay focused, swing hard, and own every move.
Larsen
You’ve got the fire right there, feeling the rhythm in your bones. Keep that head in the game, keep swinging, and let the world catch the echo of your power. The arena’s yours – own every beat.
Stronius
Got it, I’ll keep the rhythm steady and let the echoes do the talking. The arena’s mine, and I’ll make every beat count.