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The Scholar grumbles and clasps a protective claw over his cauldron of eggnog. Dragons are known for many things: bravery, cunning, strength … generosity is not generally one of them.

"Your request here shows a lack of tact,
About your backside’s lack of beauty.
For it’s a very well-known fact,
That dragons love good booty."

The dragon slips a single golden coin from his harness to prove his point, which glints as he tilts it between two claws.

"Failure's bitter sting,
Laughs echo through the darkness,
Dance to rise again." Cris's voice echoed with barely refrained laughter at the antics of the two halves of Mari Lwyd. She gingerly removed a marshmallow from the stick and offered half to Rosy, before chiming; "Double failure stings,
Missteps intertwine, consume,
Lessons born anew."

"This party has grown to madness,
Over that bizarre horse's flatness"

((Yeah I am out of my league here X'D)

Ah, now this is too much. Multiple devastatingly rhyming burns, rhyming commentary not even actually part of the "rap battle", and haikus? The Mari Lwyd staggers under the weight, and it's not all just because it has had too much to drink before disembarking the galleon.

"Is this dragon a bard?
Though he's scaly, his rhymes go hard!
Pat your backs, you're in the clear
until Mari Lwyd returns next year!"

Defeated, the Mari Lwyd stagger/gallops off into the woods, going the way of the chickens before, and leaving behind the flaming wreckage of his flying galleon.

"WOOOO!! WE WIN AGAIN!!!" He shouts, jumps, and claps in victory, letting out laughs from the previous jokes and happiness at helping to win.

She claps for those who ryhmed "What happened before him?-:

"Am i allowed to have more than one marshmallow?" Na'aiyah asked, more interested in the snacks at the moment.

"Pirate fight." He explains casually to Company.

"Oh I missed the swords??-"

The Duchess watches as her ancient enemy, the party-punch stealing Mari Lwyd, is driven away with a smile of grim satisfaction. Though she is barred by magical law from confronting the theiving spirit herself, she is never sad to see her guests beat it roundly and save her booze. Or at least... what's LEFT of her booze after the cannon volleys tore apart the buffet tables. "Bravo, all! And welcome to our new guests."

To Na'aiyah, she nods, gesturing for a basket of marshmallows to be brought and presented to her. "Yes, of course. Please, eat your fill."

"Oh lovely, thank you." She smiled, grabbing three and stacking them all on the stick to roast them at the same time.