Friday, June 26, 2009
 | Swords out for the challenge our feud now a joust. A tussle of sorts makes you strive to ply weapons. War waged over a match that turned to a brawl. Why dispute what you wish to protect with me? Dual of wit perhaps will end this ongoing exchange. I cannot seem to avoid this rowdy scrap or repel. Left to contend with this engagement of hostility. Such strife will not wrangle or even withstand long. Riot if you must and we can exchange blows. Altercate my meanings so that we continue to tug. Have a free for all on my truths to use as ammo. Flare ups from your battle will only burn you dear. Affray that I am afraid will only leave you fisticuffs. |
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