"The relic's mine!" Yolanda roars,
     the fiercest that I've seen.
And makes me question if it's her,
     with demeanour so serene.
A sword appears beside her,
     aside her figure she had hidden.
And when the serpent spits again,
     further tarry was forbidden.

She runs ahead towards her goal,
     towards antagonist.
And winds her torso tight as she,
     contorts with spring like twist.
No sooner done, the coil prepped,
     her energy potential.
She then releases sideways swipe,
     a movement quintessential.

Her foe evades and deftly so,
     accurate, precise.
Rolling on the rubble floor,
     accepted sacrifice.
The barrel of the rifle now,
     takes aim at 'Farmer Queen'.
And several deadly bullets,
     from their origin careen,

Her blade is tipped and more sparks fly,
     the bullets ricochet.
I can't believe my eyes at all,
     I know not what to say.
"I figured you would be here,"
     the man in suit orates.
"How does it feel" he carries on,
     "to do what heaven hates?"

"You rank abomination,"
     he spits with spite so rife.
Then looking down and drawing sword,
     "It's time to end your life."
He points the blade then turns and walks,
     the thunder claps again.
And round Yolanda, from all sides,
     I see approach ten men.

The figures clad in suits the same,
     no difference I can sense.
And watch in abject horror,
     as the battle doth commence.
The clouds have almost blotted out,
     the light that fell upon.
And straining eyes, the lightning flash,
     takes pictures, one by one.

My retina assaulted
     with continuous barrage.
Silhouetted figures,
     on a black and white collage.
The light is bright, too bright to see,
     the details of the scene.
And begs my mind to animate,
     events that fall between.

Blow by blow, strike by strike,
     Yolanda still survives.
How does she plan to end this fight?
     Not one for taking lives.
I move a little closer,
     but I can't come to her aid.
Though feel an obligation,
     to the debt not yet repaid.

But as each frame frequents my eyes,
     paraded in a line.
I'm left without a single doubt,
     this Yolanda isn't mine.
Her blade escapes forth from her reach,
     to grace opponent's throat.
A spray of liquid spurting fast,
     light features like a quote.

And volumes doth it speaks to me,
     as a second falls in tow.
Sweet Yolanda! Dainty girl.
     Now dancing tornado!
Playing loud with thunderous beat,
     a tune I've never heard.
That fits her movements perfectly,
     the deadly hummingbird.

She seems to court the serpent now,
     in sync they move so tight,
And yonder falls another strike,
     as beast ignites the night.
Another foe is sliced like meat,
     upon the butcher's block.
And onyx blood against the light,
     expels in time with clock.

One by one, I feel so sick,
     with ease they are dispatched.
The deaths are coming thick and fast,
     as from them lives are snatched.
The nausea grows, the heat doth rise,
     through body permeates.
As more opponents flood the field,
     by rusty iron gates.

I fall to knees, my stomach knots,
     and moments later breaks.
And makes deposits sickly,
     as my body gets the shakes.
Then when I feel the wave is gone,
     and dread is somewhat over.
A voice behind me soft and low,
     brings overdose of sober.

"Good Evening Relic X" he says,
     overtly calm and cool.
and hands upon my nape,
     I feel a pinch so minuscule.
"I'm going to take you home now,"
     he says, while my eyes close.
As overwhelming need to sleep,
     confines my brain to doze.

Once more my lids like petals part,
     a ritual of the morning.
And two black boots engross my sight,
     with laces red adorning.
I call her name, but hear a slur,
     she keeps her concentration.
My consciousness is lost,
     as I comply with my sedation.

My parting sight the battle ground,
     just as it starts to rain.
Yolanda in the middle of,
     the army she has slain.
Where art thou sweet Yolanda?
     What causes you to fight?
Perhaps right now it matters not.
     I'm heading home tonight.