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For a tale I shall spin of Deadlock, the worthiest of battle-games,
And how it standeth above Marvel Rivals like a steel-clad champion o’er a band of jesters.
In sooth, Deadlock is a craft of rare forging—
Its combat swift as a falcon’s dive,
Its heroes wrought with deeper cunning than a court mage’s schemes.
Each skirmish unfoldeth like a grand tourney,
Where skill and wit, not happenstance nor gaudy spectacle,
Decideth who shall taste glory and who shall eat dust.
Marvel Rivals, though fair in colors and loud in clamor,
Is but a painted tapestry—pleasing from afar,
Yet lacking the iron heft and honest challenge