Now Oma turned to place where sound
Of battle horn so loud was found,
That told the tale of sure defeat
That either force had certain meet.

Now far from man she fought she sprang
Though long his life she tried to claim
To see which tribe had claimed the day,
And forced their will to win their way.

Now high on ridge of over look
The legs of Oma quickly took
The maid to see what story held
Which side had won and which had fell.

Now cresting high the top she sees
That Oma's tribe's the one that flees...
Her heart has sank to see them go
As friends were slain along the road

They took to reach this village bode,
When fury great their hearts did goad
Them on to fight at place it's held
Where foes for very long had dwelled.

Then Oma knew she needed flight
A way to leave this losing fight.
She turned and man she dueled stood
His jian sheathed beside the wood.

That led to mountain great and tall
Where ancient forest current sprawled.
She drew her sword and winded way
Yet far from man in fear he'd slay

The maid in guileful plot he wrought,
Or so the princess current thought.
But finally deep in forest stood
Now sheltered well by thickest woods

She turned to flee to save her life
Thus leaving all her plans for strife.
But still at edge the man did stand
Now watching maid and forming plan...