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IV Alex

Steves Pov

I picked up the three shards of my sword and ran, hauling up Craft... AGAIN. I shouted to him, "Aren't OPs supposed to have powers of creative mode and stuff?". The reply was, "Yes, but I'm a Moderator I cant do that!". "Great" I mumbled, running even faster. "Steve!" Craft shouted, "Drink This!". He chucked a bluey, grey liquid in a bottle at me, and even before I caught it I felt a strange tingling inside me. "OH FOR GODS SAKE, DRINK IT!" Craft bellowed across 10 metres of grassy sand.  I threw the contents of the bottle into my gullet. Suddenly, I found myself somehow going three times the speed of me sprinting. Craft smiled at me from across the grass (we were back in the forest), when from out of no-where came a blunted arrow. It narrowly missed Craft, but it hit me instead. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt. Then I noticed the end was made out of wool. I stopped and looked around trying to see where it came from. That's when I noticed a girl leaning against a tree chomping on some steak. She had blonde hair, green eyes, an almost matching green top, brown trousers and grey boots. She was smirking at me. "Craft," I said grabbing him before he bolted past. I indicated my head towards the girl. "Hello Steve, Hello Craft," she said calmly, "I'm Alexandra, but just call me Alex." She had a backpack, (by now I had worked out that it was a modded server) which she ripped out three  diamond chest plates. She put one on her self, and chucked me and Craft one. "I don't need one, I already am wearing one," said Craft, "Check again, sonny," she replied, chuckling. Craft fell over when he patted him self down as all his armour had broken. He looked embarrassed as he shoved it over his head.