Her champion stood fast with a sword in hand, despite situation hopeless
In the path of the armored, numerous foes, shielding his dear girl

Then pikes dropped to point and helbards raised high
 Swarms of hopeful vultures darkened the steel-grey sky
 
Behind the hero, his lady seemed frightened
Which merely proved her of sound mind

The hero moved into firm fighting stance
Determined to slow the foe for a spell

Behind the paladin came a soft steady whine
Less like whimpering lady and more like a turbine

"Stand kindly aside," his maiden brightly requested
As she revved up a contraption with six slender barrels

And with sound distinctive, as she held down a button
She removed hostile host with her GE Minigun

Plate armor and mail were good in their day
But they failed to stop three-oh-eight ef-em-jay

She smiled at her man and he smiled right back
Thanked her profusely for saving his bacon

The pair left the field, walking close, hand in hand
And with this tale comes to the sweet, happy end