The Big Three of Darkness

"You even wore a wig!" The man pulled forcefully, but after a cry of pain, he came away with a handful of bloody hair. He froze before becoming furious, "Look! This Eastern kid is too much. He glued the wig to his scalp! You think that can fool Sir Levy? In your dreams!"

"In your dreams!" the two beside the man echoed in unison, waving their weapons.

Dean covered his face and curled up in pain, studying the men, "You, what do you want? Who are you?"

"You don’t know who I am?" the man with the mace roared in anger. He raised his weapon and announced fiercely, "I am Levy, the one-eyed swordsman!"

The man who had whacked Dean with the staff yelled, "I am John, wind of the dark night!"

"I am Rabbie, the bloodthirsty Excalibur!" the last one called out. All three of them struck a menacing and handsome pose, calling out in unison, "That’s right, we are the fallen morning star, the prince of evil, the infamous Big Three of Darkness!"