"I'll show you what I can do faker!" And with that he screamed and grabbed ahold of Tykyn and flung him away, hoping to silence him into unconsciousness so he could remove the suit and feel right again in his own head.
But as he flew away
Yes flung but hard
Tykyn felt a change inside
And soon but slowed he did
As yes he gained control
Of his own path
"Tchuudyn! Look you now at me. I feel the hint of power and though it is but flight, I know it is not the only blessing I have. So be warned, I am as I knew, no pretender, a strodinaire and you will feel me strike you now."
"No, you cannot be a strordinaire, not when I have called you a pretender. Why would I be so wrong about this? I can't be wrong about this."
"Everyone's wrong sometimes Tchuudyn, it's just about how often and how seriously. This one, yeah, rather kind of serious, because now you've got me angry and wabting to do something with that anger. And since you're here, I choose you as my punching bag."
"And just how will you dish it out Tykyn? With words? If that is one of your other blessings, it has decidedly failed. Well? Are you a man of words, or a man of actions? You cannot talk me into submission fool, you will have to fight me into it!"
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