Whoever said that fighting a kitty
Would be easy, was not very witty
It was a poor joke to make,
When a raja can take, but a few seconds
To dance in circles around your weapons
The sting of that first defeat
Can really motivate one's feet
Particularly if they take their paws
Out of their maw, like Alistaire.

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High ho, off we go, for another round
As I pick myself up off the ground
Brush off the dust and grab my blade
And go on to another arena match

The next round, did not find me on the ground
For Ottavius I did beat, t'was no great feat
For me to bully someone but half my might
Which made me feel rather trite
New combos I had tried, which Otta defied
And threw me out of my safe little ring
With a strong kick that did fling
Me into the next room, with no songs
To protect me.

Chorus

My next match I went against Delgarth,
Whose use of venoms was quite the art
Beneath his blade, my limbs he would shrivel,
Whilst screaming and spouting some drivel
About healing, and something about shielding
All the while, with his rapier, he was stealing
The life from my body. To my songs he would dance
But when I'd forgotten to take out my vials
He loaned me his with a smile
And waited to deliver that final blow

Chorus

Against Biulf I went, an old friend to vent
What skills I could use against him and abuse
My favorite songs, around him to throng,
And keep him off balance while I
Would use my rapier to lance him.
But I didn't think of his falcon
Who would rake me with his talons
And batter me with its wings
While I used venoms and things
To compete with his vicious slashes

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Chronos, in the year 390 AF.