Battlelore

Three feet of steel on my side
Tool of fate my reliable blade
Sharp enough to cut the scales
Pierce the heart, to rip the veins
Dwarf-made armor, and elven shield
Finest gear to the battle I wield
Mithril helm an laen shade
Breath of dragon won't burn my face
To the lair of the beast I'll ride
With my magic it's easy to hide
In those caves full of remains
Of fallen heroes who died by flames
Brave hunter, true swordsman
Without fear he'll face the dragon
One strike, one option