Azalea's P.O.V
I can see why the voices like this form better. In my enderman form, I can do things I couldn't even imagine doing in my original state. I looked down at the castle guards, and grinned. They all looked at me with fear in their eyes, but at Dream's command, they drew their weapons. This was going to be easy.
The first guards attacked me, trying to get me down on my knees. To say it didn't work is an understatement. I grabbed their swords, not taking any damage, and clanged them together. The guards crashed into each other, and fell to the ground in a heap, unconscious.
One by one, Dream's guards fell to the ground, unconscious, until it was just himself, George, and Sapnap. Dream drew his sword, and pointed it at me, not shaking the slightest. Sapnap and George, on the other hand, were shaking in their shoes. I could tell they wanted to run, but stood by their friend in either loyalty or fear.
I grinned down at them, and drew my axe. My ear flicked as I heard Ranboo ushering Tubbo back inside the pub, trying to calm him down. I sighed in relief as the door closed shut. I turned my attentioned back on Dream, and saw that he had switched from a sword, to an axe. I laughed, and started to morph back into my human self.
I felt my fur return, and my fingers became more finger-like, and less pointy. My tusks returned, and my hooves come back as well. I missed my hooves. I stood in front of the three friends. Only when Dream lowered his axe just a little, did I decided what I was going to do.
Miraculously, my hood and cloak was still on, so they didn't get to see who I really was yet. Key word there: yet.
I used my hand that wasn't occupied by my axe, and unbuckled my mask, letting them see who I was. I also lowered my hood, and undid the rope so my hair was flowing out behind me. George and Sapnap's faces contorted from fear to confusion to recognition, then back to fear. You see, they knew that I could beat Dream in a battle. I had done it before, partly the reason why Dream wanted to keep me in the Mountain in the first place.
I smirked as I saw Dream tense up a bit, his grip on his axe tightening. He still remembered.
"So tell me, Dream, why you thought it would be a good idea to not only anger me, but involve my friends and family? Tell me what pushed you to think that it would be ok if you hurt innocent people just to get back at me for a crime I didn't commit?!" I yelled at him. I knew my eyes were red, because the voices were powering some of the things that I said.
He just stared at me, dumbfounded. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose.
"You can morph?" he asked. Oh my god, I seriously wanted to kill this guy. He was so dumb at times, its not even funny. I laughed dryly though, shooting him a glare.
"No, I just happened to turn into a 10ft enderman. Yes, I can morph! Are you blind or is that still George?" I asked, mocking them. (Not trying to blame GeorgeNotFound for being color blind, just needed an insult. Please don't give me shit about this.) George's jaw dropped, and I saw Sapnap try and stifle his laughter, which he had gotten better at apparently.
I smirked as I saw Dream's form tense up a bit more, and his knuckles went white on his axe. I knew he was angry at me for jabbing at George, he's always had a soft spot for him. Even when we were dating, he always looked at George in a different way that everyone. I used to laugh at him with my voices. Anyways, we're getting off topic.
"Look, Dream. We can duel it out, right here, right now, or you could just let me go and we go our separate ways once and for all. Your choice, I'm happy with either." I said, propping my axe up on my shoulder, waiting for his answer. He seemed to be considering his options. I knew which one he was going to choose, but I just wanted to see if he was going to surprise me.
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