Arch Stanton

I'm losing my grip. I don't think I can hold on. My battle ends here?

You, of all people Should not decide who's worthy And who's not worthy. (I'm barely clinging on, I'm running out of ideas!)

Last wishes? Oh please. You swing that sword and always Miss your enemies.

(I'm starting to think you like the word "peasant" too much)

(you're fun too! nice meeting you)

(Argh we'd be doing rap battles and stuff XD)

Whether I am or Am not shouldn't matter in A battle of wits

I insult none, but Just state mere facts in The most gentle way.

I have the courage To accept the faults in me Unlike you, coward.

You ARE an apple That will fall from that high place Down to a deep pit. (I'll take your offer for an apple though :D )

(idk I typed that randomly)