Drakkon had to stop himself from laughing at the pathetic weapon presented before him. An Unceta Astra 400 Pistol, weapons used nearly an entire century ago. He knew his armor deflected the rounds from modern weaponry. To use such an old relic of the past? All he’d accomplish is ricocheting a bullet back into his own face. This idiot provided him with ample time to recover from his injuries.

“One shot,” said Vergil. “With one shot, your unremarkable reign comes to an end. Then you will realize you never had power to begin with.”

Drakkon’s cockiness instantly faded when his vision turned black.

As soon as the bullet hit his armor, all color drained from his body. His rainbow lost its luster. Only a pale imitation of an image, a falsehood of grey, covered his suit. Walter E. Disney’s final gift, the power to drain color from anything he touched, all packed into one weapon.

Then the sword stabbed into his chest. Right through his Rainbow Ranger armor, now as weak as paper. With the last of his strength, Drakkon gripped onto the blade, his voice dripped with malice.

- LetterSequence Round 5