Light tip-taps on top of the building roofs

Striding over tiles like a lightning-fast drunk dude

I sense your mishap by the fear your aura exudes

Land in prime position and glimpse the style you choose

I'll have to make this quick, since reconnaissance took so long

Pull out my billy clubs, but your spears are already drawn

You dash forward full force, but I saw it coming since dawn

Counter the back-to-back blows, and lock your wrists in a bond

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