Hanging out at the Arena,
passing time in Cyrene,
why who would show up,
but a little Typhoon? I mean...

She didn't seem much,
no big muscles or flashy clothes,
but gods above,
one could feel the aura from her down to your toes!

We jumped into it, blades flashing in the night
she gave good, and I myself, gave back as good as I got.
But in the end, it was clear, the victor decided.
That Terrible Typhoon, Terana, went home, delighted!

As for me, well, y'know, it's plain to see.
I may be but a head, but I am behind in kills, woe is my bereft body.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Phaestian, in the year 999 AF.