The Magnificent, Gentle, Just, and Valiant in Battle.
The magnificent is here,
His sword and shield shining,
His enemies scatter,
But can't get away,
For his sword strikes them hard,
Never failing to miss.
The gentle is arriving,
The arrow soars through the air,
Always on target,
For she always believes in her bow,
She hates these bloody battles and is rarely in them,
But she is greatly feared anyway.
The just is entering,
Two swords in both hands,
Slicing through,
The enemies,
He spares those who are innocent.
The valiant is appearing,
Dagger at the ready and cordial on hand,
Though very small and very young,
She is as skilled as any man,
Taking down the ones who know no good,
And healing all the wounded.