Then flung away he was
With such disgust
That Tchuudyn paused
Not wanting to near so be
Only that but faded
And again he pounced hard
Aiming to hurt indeed
The man he thought
To be but fake and weak
"You will die fake strordinaire, but first you will know the pain that you deserve for lying to me about who and what you were."
"I am a strordinaire, just new to the ranks of it, having faced my first defeat which has left me weak and sad."
"Again you lie you are but a pretender and that will cost you."
And then again
He held him up
So shaking him hard
Before he flung him away
Only to follow fast
And to fall as bricks atop
"Please stop. I'm no threat to you."
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