[ Wp ] `` The mighty hero fell to his knees and wept . ''

The mighty hero fell to his knees and wept. The tears streamed hot against his face cutting small paths through the dirt and blood caked to his cheeks. *No... * he thought. *How is it not enough? * He could hear the screams of the dying in the distance, each one chilling him to the bone. They had only one shot, and they had given it everything. *How is it not enough? * the thought echoed in his mind. He lifted his head and gazed out at the field, soaked red with blood and the light of the fires. The horizon was aglow with the light of the setting sun, carving their silhouettes into the sky. The Others. The evil hordes spawned from the depths of Hell itself. Untiring. Unwavering. Merciless. Humanity was down to its last breath. He stood, took up his dark stained blade and thought, *if we are truly to die tonight, we'll make that last breath a roar. *
