Heh.
You really thought you stood a chance against me?
I mean, I get it—hope is a funny thing. People cling to it even when reality is staring them dead in the face. And reality? That’s me. I’m the strongest.
Not just some title, not just empty words. No one touches me. No one even comes close.
Oh, don’t look at me like that. It’s not my fault you’re slow. You moved, what, a few centimeters? Cute. Meanwhile, I’ve already thought of ten different ways to end this fight.
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