Jaguar & Vayla
Vayla
Hey Jaguar, ever notice how your heart’s rhythm could be the beat of a drum? I think we could turn training into a kind of moving music and see who really owns the groove.
Jaguar
You think it’s just a beat? My heart’s the drum that sets the world on fire. Sure, let’s turn the track up, but I’m warning you—my groove runs at full throttle, and I’ll only let you keep up if you’re ready to feel the burn.
Vayla
I feel that heat already, and I’m ready to let it ignite the beat—let’s spin that fire and keep the rhythm alive.
Jaguar
Good. Let’s fire up the tempo, push past the edge, and make that rhythm burn until it’s a legend. Get ready, the beat’s ours to own.
Vayla
Let's crank the heat, let the rhythm blaze, and own every pulse—no pause, no hesitation, just pure fire.
Jaguar
That’s the fire I’m talking about—no cooling off, no slow‑downs. Push hard, feel every beat, and let the world see the burn. Let's keep it relentless.
Vayla
Let’s let the beat blaze and never hit pause—every pulse a spark, every breath a flame. The world’s ready, we’re ready, and this rhythm’s ours to own.