The Prophecy

Fights for friends and for distractions.

The battle was still going. None had fallen yet, only a few guards at most. Our camps was still fighting bravely, clearly under numbered. Then, all of a sudden, a guard was backing Frags towards the fire, him screaming as he accidentally stepped into it.

"You are a lava hybrid!" Lachlan yelled as he noticed it too, standing a bit away while still fighting.

"I don't want to speak about it" Frags shouted back, fighting his way away from the burning fire. He happened to be the only lava hybrid who got burned by fire.

On the other side Bajan and Kenworth was bowing down guard after guard, keeping the distance from them. Bajan did have a stone sword hanging in his belt, but he was nowhere skilled enough for using that if it wasn't necessary. And the way they fought now worked well. Even though Kenworth's arrows was running out. Bajan had infinity, which he for sure was happy about, but he kept looking back at the older as he watched all arrows slowly disappearing.

When Kenworth was all out he looked in his quiver, shrugging as a guard came up to him, before hitting the guard with the bow instead.

"Sword!" Kenworth shouted over the loud noises all around them. Bajan didn't understand at first, he just gave him a confused look as a reply. "In your belt" he shouted again, holding out his hand as a guard came close to him again. Bajan quickly shot one arrow before quickly dragging his sword and threw it over to the other who caught it and swiftly killed the guard who came after him.

Quiff and Jerome had been caught up back to back, both not even knowing what they were doing anymore. Everything around them happened so fast, they just continued to fight hoping that the next guard would be the last. But it never seemed to be.

Everything Quiff saw was blurry, he just wanted to get back home alive. He was probably crying, but he wasn't sure. He didn't really know what he was doing, he just knew he had to continue to fight. His hope of winning had been gone for awhile, but he had to continue to fight, if not for himself, for his friends. For Doni, for Bionic, for Shot, even for Laake. He had to keep on going so his friends could get away and do what they had to do. They had to kill Herobrine, or everything would be pointless.

He didn't even feel the swords hitting him, he didn't even notice the swords going through him. He just continued to fight everyone off. He continued to do anything he could to win. Sure, he heard the voices screaming his name, but he didn't care anymore. He just had to continue fighting, until his death he would continue. He wouldn't leave the battlefield without winning.

On the other side of the field Side, Speedy, Lachlan and Vikk was fighting side by side. Their techniques were weak, they fought with simple stone swords and was clearly overtaken by the guards. But they still continued to fight bravely. To them it was merely a distraction, they had stopped caring about the matter and just wanted their friends to survive at this point.

They fought with all power they had, but they didn't care about defending themself. Their minds had become set at fighting, not surviving. And when Lachlan got stabbed with a guardian sword, he fell at once. All of them falling soon after, and so the camps first deaths was set.