Main character:

Exiting the forest the sky is so bright,

Civilization is close and in sight.

I have left the forest on this dreary night,

Using my plot armor I shall fight.

The moon hangs high over head,

Fear and desperation are behind me instead.

Now is likely a easy ride,

The young master of this land has no where to hide.

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Although unjust i'll take my revenge,

Whoever stands before me, to my will, will bend,

All that stands before will fall,

All relations, all.

Young master:

Leaving my humble abode,

It's quite large but it's both my office and my home,

I fear for the worse and hope for the best,

A quiet promise was made,

A single bet.

"I shall come back in 6 moons,

You shall face my wrath and your doom,

Prepare for that day because all i'll say,

Is with my shield of plot you will not have your way."

Main character:

Looking at the city I look at the wall,

Shrouded in black is my foe standing tall.

Cowardly man I can see it all.

I promise his downfall!

Young master:

Looking down at the boy before me...

Wait no he's a man now I see,

With a sword in hand and a armor that stands,

He glares menacingly

Jumping down from the wall,

I see my own downfall.

The world has its own preference,

I am but a minor exuberance.

The worlds own will,

This will be a thrill,

The fight for my life!

Both:

Clash!