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An axe to yield and sword to sway

The first-aid expert is on his way

Battlegrounds seem to illuminate

Who am I to say what guarentees

a victory

Do not fret your sub-level head

For the mounted wonder's ready, set

On his way so do not fear

What you cannot defend will last the day

Still, we need to glow and to shine

A status change doesn't stand up to it

Enchant me twilight and ask for change

Seventy silver will make for exchange

I believe the engineer's gearing forth

To tear a techno slash in all who oppose

There's nothing wrong with simple hand-to-hand

But what this doesn't accomplish,

can be solved from dry land

It's as if you felt your corporation had a cause

Instead of your baby-sitting and your hands of power

But then again I cannot speak

I have three who are several years older than me

And through their vibrant back stabs and buffs of light

I could still remain confident that if on my own

I would emerge unscathed

And scoff at those who struggle to take me down