Warrior Pair

It is the quiet, it is the lull,
Of the evening while the moon is full.
A figure is crouching, built like a bull,
Beside him stands his wife,
Sharpening her knife.
Preparing for the strife,
That will come when they attack,
The camp glowing in the black,
And fight together, back to back.
They then move together,
One light as feather,
Prowling like tiger freed from teather,
The other thick and powerful,
Like a rhino bull.
His hammer- like a rock to ship's hull,
As he strikes the camp's wall,
Shattered masonry falls,
And they make their way towards the hall.
Enemies spring from all around,
And the Tigress's arrows abound,
And soon many targets transfixed dot the ground.
The Rhino, armored hide dances a dirge,
For the lives his hammers are about to purge,
With each strike like a tsunami's surge.
The numbers whittle and thin,
But from the great hall then,
Steps forth the armored men.
Knowing her bow will not now do,
The tigress switches to a blade of blue,
Her dance to no longer transfix, but to hew.
Dodge, Dance, Dice, Hamstring,
And her blade does sing,
As armored foe falls to her fury's sting,
Parry, Pivot, Prostate, Decimate,
Another armored foe meets his fate.
Shattered like a pot of clay,
Fallen upon the way,
Crushed by hammers of mercilus grey,
One foe now remains,
And the heros do deign,
To not hesitate or feign,
They will not wait or play,
With the foe they came to slay,
Evil must die this day,
For so do this married pair,
Battle each day fair,
Not against mortals alone do their weapons tear,
For they strive for virtue,
In all they do,
To be noble and true,
Thus they dance once more,
And drive blade and bludgeon to the core,
And leave a king of evil upon the floor.