And They Were Never Heard From Again....

This was the time, the last of three hero's stood facing the enemy. The enemy stood tall, not a scratch on the long, curled abyssal black haired man's forest green platemail he was sporting. No evidense of the many revolver shots to his head, the harsh ripping slashes from a silver axe, the thrusts from a heavy lance. Not even arrows has ripped the white cape he wore, marked with a globe slashed in half. His longsword, a deep crimson as the four other hero's whom he had slain dripped off its aquamarine colored double helix blade. His mocking raised eyebrown stayed in place, unmoving over his deep blue eyes as he held his blade high above the final hero, pointing its tip to the sky.

The hero, who laid at his feet, her long metallic pink hair drowning in the pull of blood below her. Ashes of her comrades fluttered through the air as tears came from her eyes. Her pale skin, now a crimson as blood poured from her back, covering the silver armor she wore into battle. This armor gilded with the finest gold by the goddess, whom they had failed.
For one last time, she looked into his eyes, her aqua eyes meeting his deep blue as she mouthed 'Brother, why?'

The man gained a twisted sadistic smile as his black lips said seven words, venom and malice covering them.

"And they were never heard from again."

His sword reached the ground. A head rolled.

The Hero's... They would never see that man again.

They, had failed.