He's got a staff
He's got an assortment
of grenades
He's wearing a uniform
for combat
His face is scarred
Yet, that won't stop him
from fighting
Or doing battle
It won't stop, Rolento
Swift and fast, he moves
As if he has something to
prove
It's been seen that he shouldn't
be taken lightly
it's been shown that he can fight
strongly
Rolento is surely skilled
With many battles that he's won
And many adversaries being
defeated
As I've seen
As I know now
Rolento isn't afraid to strike
a blow
Or fight to survive
He's been taught and trained too
well
He's definitely someone else
He's definitely something else
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