Never Trust A Spaniard

Hallo, I say, now listen to my rant!
a duel, I say! Now I will start to laugh!
Because I can know something that you can't,
left handed, I am not, vict'ry I have!
My name's Indigo and I have a sword,
my father was the man that you did kill.
Revenge, I swore, and I will keep my word,
for you will find that I do have great skill.
Six fingers on your hand do tell the tale,
Dante Mantoya was my fathers name.
I swear upon his soul I will not fail,
and you defeat will bring me such great fame.
You, there, upon your balcony so high,
you killed my father! Now, prepare to die!

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