In realms of magic where destinies entwine,
Shooter enters, his presence a sign.
With a whisper of power and a spark in his eye,
His Mage awakens, ready to fly.
He's a master of magic, a virtuoso of flame,
In the arena's dance, he's earned his name.
With each arcane blast, and every frost nova cast,
He dominates the battlegrounds, unsurpassed.
Shooter, the mage, with his powers untold,
In the World of Warcraft, he's a legend bold.
From the fields of honor to the depths below,
He's the champion, the one they all know.
But when the dungeons call and the raids arise,
Shooter's role shifts, his friends' salvation he ties.
With a switch of his spec, to holy he'll turn,
His Priestly grace, his allies yearn.
In the heart of the fray, amidst chaos and strife,
Shooter stands strong, the guardian of life.
With mending words and radiant light,
He banishes darkness, restores the fight.
His healing touch, a beacon of hope,
In the darkest dungeon, on the steepest slope.
With every prayer whispered, and every mending spell,
His friends prevail, in battles where demons dwell.
In battles where demons dwell.
And as the dust settles, victory proclaimed,
Shooter stands tall, his glory unchained.
For in the realms of Azeroth, his name resounds,
A hero renowned, in legends unbound.