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sorry hotank144*

What need have I, For Stealth, to hide, To run from battles bold? To fear the never ending cold, Be blade, arrow or more, I can face what they have in store. I stand ready, at the line, In terms of tank, I redefine, What it means to be the focal point, In a chain, the strongest joint. Such armor and health, like none before, I can face what they have in store. I am a Tank, I give my life, For friend and ally, I sacrifice, My own well being, a silent wall, I never cry, you wont hear me call, For aid, or kills, not a word I shall utter, And my foes, about me they will mutter. I do not care, for their stories or lore, I alone can face what they have in store. So strike me, so fierce and swift, I have for you, a thorny gift. For every drop of blood I shed, I can say "I never fled". I simply smirk, and swing my weapon, With a slow confidence, just one second, Is all I need to make my mark, Not Doran or the Fervor of Stark. And when the game becomes such a bore, I know I've faced what they had in store. So finally, I walk the line so clear, From home to foe, our victory near. What need have I, for stealth or speed? When simple might is all I need. I crush our foes with a strike or two, And bring about pain they never knew. And when they cry "Please, no more." I ask "Can you face, what I have in store?" Ye Beloved hotank155