SURPRISE ROUND, Y'ALL FAILED PERCEPTION
Speak of the devil and he'll make an entrance,
Now listen up while I lay down yo' sentence,
repentance, I demand it; a tithe I am owed,
You thought I was dormant but I'm back to explode.
Reloaded, both barrels, critical verbal strikes,
I ransack yo' tower and defenestrate the mic,
psychological damage, ain't the kind you can heal
'cuz I grabbed yo' cleric, and broke him on the wheel
real pain for your party, don my robe and wizard helm
I dare y'all to enter my magical realm
Like Whelm y'all hit me: limpwristed, nonlethal,
I'm regal, you feeble, without peer without equal.