[he knew it would be a battle, but - the way the words wrap around his arm and leave it paralyzed is unexpected, to say the least, and what's more worrying is the blood suddenly pouring from caleb's throat, and the fireball heading straight for dimitri. he wants to win, but that doesn't mean he wants either caleb or byleth seriously injured, and caleb's wound in particular seems - troubling. the microphone healed before, though, so maybe if he focuses the right way—

with his arm hanging uselessly at his side:]

You want to seem brave, you want to seem tough,
But we're here to show you that you don't have enough!
So you should take a seat, or better yet, lie down,
And soon we'll be the ones who run this town!
But if you're feeling tired or you're getting too hurt,
Here's a little trick to bring you back from the dirt,
In the end, we don't have to make you fall,
'Cause our words, not weapons, can make you crawl!
You should be honored by this moment of grace
And remember that you're never going to match with our pace!

[it was. similarly poorly performed. but it's fine.]