In a land with sand, a night, and a wren, there shall be a fight with nobility and rights. . .
IN A RA-A-AP BATTLE OF WINGS OF FIRE!
Deathbringer
The all-mighty assassin, able to take on a dangerous adult dragon at the age of 5
VS.
Wren
A literal scavenger/human the size of his claw that Deathbringer is deathly afraid of
Deathbringer: *Three feet away from Wren, trembling*
ALRIGHT
From the top
This crap's a mistake
I'm not afraid-
of this size-of-grape
This sh*t is fake
Was re-made
You've been swayed and played
The truth's in the dark
This rumor's made its mark
But dear fans, that book ain't even an arc!
Wren: *Shifts her feet slightly. Deathbringer jumps another foot away from her*
Oh sure it's fake
A mistake?
For goodness sake
You're a lyin' snake
Murderbasket your name
It's as I say
This obligation
Is truly irritation
You're like a Walmart imitation
of frustration.
Who won? Who's next? YOU DECIDE!
(This actually took way too long- wth)
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