By Dr. Seuss
In a realm not so distant, where heroes collide,
Tri-blade ◄[RD]► gathered, with honor and pride.
With enchanted daggers, sharp as a knife,
He strode into battle, for justice, for life.

Rang Kubang waited, in shadows so deep,
A guardian of light, though darkness did creep.
From Jakarta he hailed, with strength and with grace,
A defender of realms, he'd not shrink nor race.

“Your magic won’t hold me!” Rang Kubang did shout,
With supernatural might, he’d turn this bout out.
But Tri-blade was ready, with fire in his gaze,
His blades like bright comets, igniting the haze.

With a flick of his wrist, the first strike was made,
Energy beams sizzling, in the twilight parade.
Rang Kubang was fast, dodging left, then right,
His heart full of courage, ready to fight.

But Tri-blade was seasoned, well-practiced in war,
With each passing second, he sensed just a score.
“A battle of wills, you think you can win?”
He lunged with a Nova Burst, a flash, a din.

Rang Kubang, determined, raised a barrier high,
But the force of that magic was like the night sky.
With grit and conviction, he held on with flair,
But Tri-blade pressed forward, adrenaline in air.

“Your heart beats with valor, I see that it’s true,
But my magic won’t falter; it’s stronger than you!”
With blades that sparkled, he danced through the fray,
A warrior reborn, in the midst of the play.

The clash of their powers, a symphony loud,
Two titans of legend, each drawing a crowd.
Yet Rang Kubang faltered, the tides they did turn,
Tri-blade’s fierce spirit ignited a burn.

With a final swift maneuver, like lightning he struck,
Rang Kubang stumbled, entrapped by his luck.
In the silence that followed, the victor remained,
Tri-blade ◄[RD]► stood, his energies drained.

“Another great battle,” he spoke with respect,
“To you, mighty defender, I offer protect.”
With a nod and a sigh, Rang Kubang stood tall,
“A rematch awaits us, for heroes don’t fall.”

In the lands of the brave where their legacies thrived,
The legends of Tri-blade and Rang would survive.
For in battles like these, both joy and pain blend,
And the hearts of true heroes, they never quite end.