Own Battle Poem by Caheeriroyu .

I've got this huge bulk of plates making an armour, it is m ballgown to the battlefield. Inches thick it will surely block any sword and arrow, but can my shoulder carry it's weight still?

In my arms I've a glistening sword, newly sharpened and moderned just for this glorious event. Accompanying my back are arrows, freshly and especially made from the sharpest bones and teeth, but can I swing and aim to take lives?

In this war there will only be two future, to live or be bestowed with a honorable but brutal death. Whilst the strength of my armour it doesn't signify invincibility, for at the end it will all depend whether I will fight through it's end and how i will do it, how I will out-wise my opponent... Me.