Fighter With Staff

A poem I wrote before it got deleted here.

Fighter with Staff

I twirl my staff
as if I am a dancer
a deadly dancer
one who gives the impression
of some unexpected magician
I catch my enemies off balance
they cannot surprise me
my staff twirls too quickly
and I swing too fast
my feet are never in the same place twice
they strafe all over
even I do not know where they will go next
I take on 2-3-4 at a time
swinging, twirling my deadly weapon
I block their swords and throw them backwards
with my strength
they have had enough of my staff
and my dance