This is a shitty attempt at poetry for the fight.
Eirny is not the type to write poetry. If someone else from the group wants to steal it/improve it or just take it wholesale, and say their character made it, feel free.
In lands of yore, where legends thrived,
Gunnar, Njall, valor and pride,
With Eirny and Amerion, warriors bold,
Harald, Liv, talents untold,
Arnleif, witness to all that's true,
In battle's grasp, they all pursue,
Their foe, a beast of ancient gore,
Evil Joe, the Rex, did roar.
Beneath the sky's vast canvas spread,
The clash of titans, blood to shed,
Swords clashed, and fire flew,
In the heart of chaos, warriors grew.
Eirny's blade, a streak of light,
Gunnar's fury, a thunderous might,
Liv's wisdom, a guiding flame,
Njall's courage, untouched by shame.
Amerion, flames true as morning breeze,
Arnlief, steadfast among the trees,
Harald, guardian against the storm,
In unity, a valorous form.
Evil Joe, with jaws agape,
Challenged all to face their fate,
But heroes stood, unyielding, brave,
In face of death, not one a knave,
Though blood did spill upon the stone,
Their seeds of victory already sown,
And so the beast did breath its last,
For warriors born held steadfast.