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Fight Style
Swerving to the side
A footwork with no match
A blade like lightning
A style in no comparison
A warrior with a dour face
In repitition with his actions
Another deluted experience
Just one more life cut short
Blood staining his coat
This being his only concern
An unkempt appearance
is simply a sign of rudeness
A black savior
Burning with false intentions
Of greed and self claimed power
A tyrant of sorts
Vigilante sports of death
A fun little game to one with such skill
Fencing his way through the enemy
Calling it a test of honor
The lives taken reach a higher count
But you must not blame the boy
He's just making an innocent mistake
A pretty face he has to hide what he knows
And when you rain funds upon the ones
Who intend to imprison you
Perhaps that means your set for life?
