It was the end. Énjolras hadn't expected his life to be taken so abruptly. The rebellion had failed, the people had not risen. It was over. As the soldiers took aim, Énjolras felt a small consolation with the presence of Grantaire – if he had to die, he wouldn't want to be anywhere else than right beside his best friend. The rebel leader drew forth his flag, holding it high so that maybe, someday, the cry of revolution would ring true, and justice would pervade. The soldiers cocked their guns. Énjolras glared at them – putting on one last brave face before they…before…
Before Garen Crownguard dropped through the ceiling. "Aha! I knew I heard the beacon of liberty, crying out for justice!"
The soldiers (who hadn't been smushed) turned their fire onto the gallant knight. Garen welcomed the challenge.
"DEMACIAAAAAAA!" He bellowed his famous battle cry, activating his shield and spinning his sword. Mid twirl, he momentarily broke the fourth wall, yelling, "Remember, spin to win kids!" He then suffered a bit of amnesia; forgetting the breach in story-real world security, and continued to spin.
With the soldiers dispatched like so many caster minions, the mustachioed captain fled. Not on Garen's watch! With a mighty Demacian rawr he pegged the low-health captain with his sword, gaining an instant kill and +500 gold.
Énjolras and Grantaire watched with abject disbelief. The shining knight had been shot multiple times – yet he did not falter. Enemies defeated, Garen turned to the flabbergasted rebels.
"How are you alive?" They burst simultaneously.
"Fear not! I brought my Warmog's." He glimpsed Énjolras' flag. "You sir, are a true man of justice. The way you so willingly would have died in your quest, brings exceptionally manly tears to my eyes. Come with me, I beseech thee, and we shall spread Liberty throughout the universe, to infinity and beyond. And ladies shall swoon! Oh how they'll swoon!"
"Your request is…tantalizing to say the least. I'm intrigued – to be able to spread justice wherever I liked, it would be a dream come true. But this is where I belong, my home, my Patria. I could never leave my friend Grantaire behind. It would be too selfish, and I could never bring myself to – wait, did you say there'd be ladies? In that case, I'm in!" Énjolras holstered his pistol, slung his flag over his shoulder and linked arms with the Vanguard.
"For wherever justice cries out for help, fear not, we're coming!" The two chanted, chummy as two hummingbirds.
They sauntered off into the justiceful sunset. Grantaire wept in their wake, "Wait! What about MEEEEE?" He cried like a sprinkler, shedding a deluge of anime-esque tears.
And it was a better love story than Twilight.