Poem 2

In our room in the inn, we're just sittin',
When on the door, someone starts hittin'.
I take up Mighty, and ready up a Passwall,
It's nuthin' but an early wake-up call.
The innkeeper, he starts askin' if we're alright,
I says yes, but there's someone lookin' for a fight.
Something is a-goin' down, down in the common room,
So we starts goin' down, 'cause something's happenin' soon.
Now we're sittin' down, we're just drinkin' beers,
I spot this 'sassin, who's half pointy-ears.
He busts out a chain, takes down our sorc,
I bust out Mighty: "This gotta work."
I point with Mighty, and cast a Passwall,
Ha ha ha, sucker, you just got a fall.
For him, the world starts dark'ning,
I seal him in, but then comes lightning.
They got a sorc, too, over by the bar,
Fighter starts chargin', the sorc ain't very far.
From Stabby and Slashy, the sorc starts tastin' steel,
Take that, ya sucker, now how do you feel?
In a couple hours, the 'sassin's with the vipers,
Like long-unpicked fruit, and the poison makes him riper.
We start lootin', just after they both die,
They just got wasted, now anyone else wanna try?