He spoke not even a word
Face showed danger(hatari)
Enemy in line was his daily bread
Born to fight in the space of time.
Stood in a distance watching closely
they feared to raise their armours
As they sounded their trumpets
Not moved even an inch
when their bravest approached his skin
He fled that the blade couldn't
penetrate his skin
Moved 10 feet back
To the terror of a bold man
Allergic to smiles
With a scourged face
like he had nothing to loose.
His mouth released a word
that scattered the soldiers in attack
they had no pinnacle over him
As their prey was to wild to hunt down