Reluctance reflects in his posture, but he knows this is the right thing to do. It's the only thing left to do. He points the end of his rifle to Soh's face. Scarlet's voice colder than ever before. With a hitched breath, he pulls the trigger, a loud noise breaks the tension in the air. Broken shards of sunglasses fly out of the rifle. "I challenge you to a rap battle! I can't let your teasing continue on any longer. Should I win, then your teasing will cease. You have no choice but to agree!"
Oh-ho, Scarlet, Scarlet, what a fool! His super impressive and threatening display of flying broken sunglasses shards is pretty sweet and a piece does hit and leaves a small cut on his hand - but - pah! - a little cut like that is nothing! Wonder alights in his eyes as he brings his injured hand to his mouth, this master of deception has been woke, boy, this little dogâs a wolf too!
âSca-Sca! A challenge? Ehehe, well, if I have no choice, then Iâll join in your game!â Heâs smiling, wide. This agreement implies that heâs is one-hundred percent down for letting go of the teasing but if anyone is honest with themselves, thatâd only last a day, tops. Man, Soh is so good at this sort of thing. What an excellent friends - theyâre friends, right? Right!
Maybe Scarlet is unaware of what heâs getting himself into, but when youâre a somewhat scrawny boy living in the mean part of town (regardless of any hideout, fighting skills, or existing protection of a certain big bad wolf) you have to have racked up some mad street cred to keep losers in check.
That is, he has to have some fire hot âskillzâ and his rhymes have to be âlit.â
Which they are! How else could he have survived?
âOkay, okay~! Good luck!â Iâll wonât let you win at all, Iâve got a mission to accomplish, for that, no failures! Ohhh, maybe I shouldâŠÂ âAnnnd, if I win, you should spend a wholeee day with Fuka and me!â
He pulls out sunglasses from practically no where, holding them up, and adds, âAnd no complaints about me or if she wants to hold your hand.â And with that, the shades are shading the blaze in his eyes. What time is it? Time for a little red hooded boy to return to his grandmother. No mercy mode, act-ti-vate!
âYour mantle doesnât mean you know a thing about the hood, you see Sca-Sca, you really need to get good! I know leadinâ a bunch of soldiers is no simple act, but my jobâs no easy feat too, thatâs a fact. Iâm cooking up smiles thatâll last a great, long while, so why? why do you have to keep tryinâ anâ lying and fightinâ the flow? Donâcha, donâcha like the glow?â Thereâs something rather fierce about his voice, as if heâs called upon a towerâs worth of power to lay down his truths, or so he supposes.
Either way, this war-torn town is about to be flooded!