-Pentecost's POV-
He looked for Raven, partly to get the other command block, but mostly as revenge for that stupid trap of its. After many days of searching Pentecost gave up on looking for him and instead tried to entice Raven into fighting him 1v1.
Burning down and wrecking a few nether outposts and writing in obsidian on the floor "Meet me at (300, 2000) or else..." would probably work, hoping that the message would soon reach Raven AND that he would have high enough IQ to understand it is him.
He teleported there and destroyed every enemy within a 500 block radius so that they could have a fair fight... well, not exactly. Pentecost did at a few TNT stuffed trapped and covering most of the land with water, since wither skeletons' bones disintegrate in water (not actually).
Pentecost smiled at all the hard work he had completed, which guiltily admitted to himself that it wasn't even that hard, just make a prototype trap copy it and paste it all over the place. A arrow flew through the air at him, but he caught it just before it hit him like a pro. Turns out the arrow was covered in withering poison and it slit a tiny cut in his finger giving him a burning pain.
A black figure with a glowing trident and a cape waving in the wind was hovering in-front of the setting sun. Pentecost cursed, chugged a potion of healing, threw it at a nearby boulder and charged with his blood reaper.
Raven threw poison, withering, blindness, nausea, slowness and instant damage potions. at him but he dodged easily and threw his scythe-head at him. It retaliated by catching the scythe and dragging Pentecost into a wall, throwing up lots of dust. Raven looked into the dust and then 3 flaming arrows flew through the sky at him, it didn't really have to try just spin its trident, making a shield of blue, but he teleported behind him and lunged at it with a diamond dagger.
Counter, attack, parry, leg trip up, teleport behind and make the final blow, that was what Pentecost was taught, but he never actually made the final blow before; he wasn't that evil he normally notched an arrow and held up the enemy captive. It was the same sequence in nearly all battles, except for when you are battling an overpowered who has the same power as you and also, did I mention it could fly? So, the rule doesn't apply.
A really cinematic battle started, with a bunch of TNT blowing up, lightning, arrows falling from the sky, a mini war happening in the background between iron/snow golems and piglin brutes and just simple CHAOS from sundown to dawn.
With every arrow shot, every swing of the sword and every summon, they slowly got more and more exhausted. By the time the sun just crept just over the eastern horizon, the winner was still unclear, both were struggling to keep standing on their feet punching and swinging at each other, the earth was scorched, blown up and strewn with broken arrows. The only good thing which happened from the battle was, well... nothing.
Pentecost was losing his patience, he knew neither of them could defeat either of them, so, mustering up all his power he had left, he punched Raven satisfyingly in the face and grabbed the command block from its hand. Raven reacted by grabbing Pentecost's command block. He kneed his stomach and leapt at him and they both wrestled brutally against each other.
"JUST DIE!" Raven was now getting really pissed at Pentecost, shaking him, but suddenly they both ripped from each other's grip and the command blocks flew into the air and fell into a nearby crater. They dashed towards it pushing and tugging them away, sweat dripped from his forehead. The wither skeleton pushed him back and Pentecost fell.
Raven had won, he was just a few dozen seconds from taking both of the powerful command blocks for itself.
"This is the end, Pentecost." Raven announced breathlessly.
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Lost in the Labrynth
БоевикCorruption has overwhelmed the nether as the Piglin King orders an elite force of piglin brutes and wither skeletons to destroy and loot the Overworld of it's riches. Through the destruction, few are able to put up a fight. When all hope is lost. Is...