Lost in the Labrynth

Part 7

-Maxwell's POV-

"RIGH-?" Destine asked again.

"WOULD YOU JUST SHUT YOUR BONY MOUTH AND ACTUALLY GIVE A HECK ABOUT WHAT OTHER PEOPLE ARE GOING THROUGH THAN YOUR DAMN RICHES?!" Maxwell bellowed at the 1000 ft tall skeleton titan, "I LOST ALL MY FAMILY, ALL MY FRIENDS, GOT BASHED ABOUT IN A GODDAMN MAZE AND NOW YOU ASK FOR NETHERITE WHICH YOU ALREADY HAVE?!"

Silence.

Maxwell's chest hurt after all that shouting at the top of his lungs. The mutants didn't really know what to do with him, as they stood around awkwardly. The once powerful wind, breezed through the thin blades of grass, and the birds squawking suddenly shut up and circled above as if waiting for a grand event  to happen.

"YOU CERTAINLY HAVE A FIRE IN YOU." Destine replied simply, "I AM SORRY FOR JUDGING HOW MUCH A MINIATURE MIND LIKE YOURS COULD HANDLE."

Some of the soldiers laughed for a few seconds, but shut up when they noticed it wasn't a joke. Destine looked straight at his eyes for a few seconds using his death stare (which he commonly did) before bursting out into laughter. The others looked round to check this was something to laugh at and then joined in to the laughter.

Maxwell's cheeks went up in flames, as he looked down at the sodden ground wishing it could swallow him whole, trying to hide from the embarrassment.

"I probably shouldn't have said that." he groaned to himself. Some of the monsters toppled over in laughing tears. Gusts of disgusting breaths beat him up from all sides. Maxwell wondered to himself if this was his chance to escape to he quickly walked 2 steps towards the nearest forest before being scooped up by Destine who was watching him.

"THE TINY LITTLE BRAIN STILL DOESN'T LEARN!" Destine laughed once again (which is ironic since skeletons don't have brains, but... anyways). The skeleton looks at his legionnaires to see if it was funny, but they were laughing so hard already they didn't even notice.

"What kind of legion is so immature that they laugh at a joke which isn't even funny." Maxwell spoke to himself a little bit too loud, which made Destine go ballistic on him.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" Destine asked, tightening his grip on him. The mutants stopped laughing and looked at him.

"I-I said wh-what kind of legion is so smart they understand an amazing joke which is really funny?" Maxwell stuttered. Destine gave him the death stare which pierced into his mere soul. He had a gut feeling that Destine would probably squash him into dust.

-Pentecost's POV-

Pentecost's eyes opened up and focused to the sight he was seeing. A bright blue light, seemingly somewhat far away was in his vision, and after some seconds he noticed he was looking upwards to it. Pentecost laid there wandering what he was doing in a hole, and fingered for his water bottle before feeling a numbness in his right arm.

The memories rushed back to him, the command block, the trap. Pentecost sighed, remembering how powerful he was with the command block.

"Might as well give up now since they had the single most powerful item in Minecraft." he chewed on the last of his food, before nearly choking on his mutton (again).

His second command block! The exact replica of an illegal item which he got while horsing around with the original. Even better, he still had his blood reaper. Pentecost pulled out his command block, gathered his items and built out of there setting up a TNT stuffed trap in-case the piglins come back.

He was about to leave when Pentecost remembered, Nancy. He had left her in the cave to look for more supplies, but forgot about her for two whole days. Pentecost quickly rushed to the covered-up cave entrance and opened it up. He couldn't really see anything in the darkness and Pentecost could hear no-one.

"Nancy?" he called out into the darkness.

"Oh thank goodness, I thought you were a Nether piglin." she answered back and when she looked at him, "OH MY GOD, WHERE DID YOU GET THAT GEAR FROM?!"

"It's a long story, I just came here to tell you that the coast is clear." Pentecost proud-fully  mentioned completely cutting out the fact that he fell for a trap, "Oh yeah, by the way..."

Pentecost gave her a stack of golden apples, cooked meat, a full, a maxed out, enchanted set of armour and a maxed out, enchanted set of tools.

"THANK YOU!" Nancy said while stuffing her face, putting the armour and equipping the tools at the same time.

After a short conversation, consisting mainly of parting words Pentecost knew the first place he was heading, North.

He got an elytra, a stack of firework rockets and was on his way zooming across his destination, looking for his next battle.