RageComicGuy

A chalange awaits the rebels path. One final chalange of his of honor out of spite. An unlikly rival whos heart beats full of wrath. This young man stands now ready to fight. And if this child fails and lay in defeat. Crawling no more on meer hands and knees. He stands tall on his humbled feet. Now his foe is in his mind and sees what he sees. They come closer ectending an arm. the boy who now lay frightened, Knows his foe means no harm. He stands slow his eyes brighten. He hope one day he'll stand a chance, When he askes her hand in romance.