“If you are going to waste my time with attempted insults, please do at least attempt,“ he sneered, not fazed in the least. Tapping a heel impatiently, the man readied himself to simply walk away if the blonde proved to be nothing of importance.
The trainer gave a quiet sigh. By now, she was indifferent to people like this.
”I swear I beat you ten years ago… Alright, if you actually want me to attempt…
Your hair looks like puke and snot had a mullet baby, your cloak is horribly stitched, the eyes are gaudy, your staff looks like it was pulled out of a children’s theme park, the gold bracelets go horribly with black and the pointed shoes would look better on Elesa.“
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