Sir Shad0fx Vs. Lord Mortan

I remember the smell
Of your aftershave
As the wind blows past you
Moving your hair in that sexy way
You stand tall and strong
Braced and unmoved
It's moments like these
That makes me fall more in love with you

You take the shield and your sword
Made of pipe and foam
And your battle cry echos across the field

Seven against One
And he is only armed with a couple of swords
You beat your sword against your shield
Acting as a battle drum
And we form our formation

I can feel the thrill of anticipation
My maces ache to pound
The feeling of adrenaline rushes through me
As we stalk across the field

There is no fear, though I'm sure I will die
The one who stands alone in black...
He stands tall and strong
Waiting for us
There can never be that element of surprise
Not against him

I see the flash of emerald
As Sir Azaroth shifts his weapon
I chuckle as I remember the making of the thing
Foam made compact with duct tape
And pretty duct tape too
Bright green...

I hear our newest member
Murmur his responsibilities
I catch a slight nod
From the one standing alone
And I whirl around in time to see
The rogue attempt your life
My black mace hits her in the back
The rogue is dead

Six to One

The wind picks up
As three turn left
And three turn right
Creating a path in the middle
Surround him
Strike and back off

A poof of dust tries to make its way
To my eyes
But fails

The alone one strikes one who wasn't paying much attention

Five to One

Her boyfriend forgets our strategy
And charges the independent
Who blocks easily
You take that opportunigy to attempt a strike
He blocks that as well

Our circle is fragmented; broken
He backs out of it before it can be finished
Facing all of us more direct

Sir Azaroth goes after him
Blocking the man-gone-solo's strikes
With the shield on his sword
I try to move in
But am forced to back off

The crazy one with two swords
Tries to move in
But the independent blocks and strikes
Flowing easily into his next attack
Azaroth and the crazy one go down

Three to One

The boyfriend of the first deceased
Charges again
And is killed easily

Two to One
Just us

You nod to me and I come near
You tell me you know
You cannot fight with just a sword
You ask foryour spear
I, like an obedient squire,
Retrieve it for you
Now we have an OK chance

Rebuilding a strategy in my mind
I go after the enemy
Blocking with my mases
Not attacking
You try opportunities
But he blocks you
And strikes my back
I am dead

Even match

You stalk each other
Watching each other
He hits the end of your spear
But you are not phased
You feign an attack and strike
Blocked

This goes on for quite a while
Each anticipating the other
Finally, after he is without an arm
And you without a leg
You find your opportunity
And strike him in the torso

He was dead

And then there was you
Standing along
You stand tall and proud
Duct tape armor and all
Spear to the ground
And then the dead rise

It was moments like these
Where you drove me mad.