Unfair fight
You chose that threat with only one meaning in your mind: that I was a threat to you.
You chose those words because they held that bit of command and when I shot you down with a higher one you paled and grew flushed with rage: I turned the tides on you.
When you threatened me again I turned around and gave you what you wanted to hear and now you think 'haha you're dead' just know you've messed around your fretting words and left a gap to be bleed.
So know I'll cut you up and eat your out worth all that you've done; you're fault, not mine, when you uttered such a threat.
I did nothing but retreat before we both did something we would later regret, just know I have far more strength then one who turns to cheap commands to submit another in a higher glare.
You cut your arm and now I've come; Beware, I'm sure you'll die from dread because you picked an unfair fight only because you thought 'I have the power to'.