Rurouni Kenshin

With a flick of a sword
A wound to the foe
Killing, blood spilling
The Battousai would go
Locked in the fight
Each sword from its sheath
Drawn at odd angles
And stuck underneath
Two overgrown boys
Having a brawl
The loser becoming
The first one to fall
Quite simply speaking
Nothing is said
For the one that opposes
Has no tears to shed
Battousai! Manslayer!
With fearless eyes of gold
Turns like the weather
To blend with the cold