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Poems
The Charge of the Light Brigade
#3
Chaos Warrior
MA
5
ST
4
AG
3
AV
8
R
62
B
214
P
-1
F
0
G
26
Cp
1
In
0
Cs
21
Td
7
Mvp
2
GPP
74
XPP
0
SPP
74
Injuries
n, -av
Skills
Block
Claw
Multiple Block
Razor Sharp Claws
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Some one had blundered:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre-stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not,
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
/Lord Alfred Tennyson
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Some one had blundered:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre-stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not,
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
/Lord Alfred Tennyson
Match performances
Date
Opponent
Comp
TD
Int
Cas
Mvp
Spp
2007-10-15
-
2
-
-
-
6
2007-10-17
1
-
-
-
-
1
2007-10-19
-
-
-
1
-
2
2007-10-31
-
1
-
-
-
3
2007-11-05
-
2
-
1
-
8
2008-06-13
-
1
-
-
-
3
2008-06-17
-
1
-
-
-
3
2008-07-05
-
-
-
3
-
6
2008-07-13
-
-
-
4
-
8
2008-07-24
-
-
-
1
-
2
2008-07-25
-
-
-
1
-
2
2008-08-05
-
-
-
4
-
8
2008-08-07
-
-
-
-
1
5
2008-08-12
-
-
-
-
1
5
2008-08-15
-
-
-
2
-
4
2008-08-16
-
-
-
1
-
2
2008-09-01
-
-
-
1
-
2
2008-09-14
-
-
-
2
-
4