[ Samatoki falls on one knee, and his head's started to hurt. He gets stronger when he's in a lot more pain, a special trait that he somehow possesses, compared to other rappers out there. Right now though, while there's a ringing in his head that's not supposed to be there, he's aware that those verses Sasara just spit out would only damage an average thug. This guy didn't even finish his rap! ]
Are you insulting me, ah?!
[ Slowly, he pushes himself up so he's standing again. A hand is on his mic stand, holding him up, but as soon as he catches his breath, he's back to normal. ]
A kid in preschool would spit those lines easily!
[ Give him time, Sasara... He'll notice soon enough. ]
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Are you insulting me, ah?!
[ Slowly, he pushes himself up so he's standing again. A hand is on his mic stand, holding him up, but as soon as he catches his breath, he's back to normal. ]
A kid in preschool would spit those lines easily!
[ Give him time, Sasara... He'll notice soon enough. ]