Minecraft Short Stories

Operation Prison Break(Part 3)

  Suddenly, something flew towards the squid general from the corner of Mitch's eye, whopping him on the side of his head, dropping him immediately, his grip on the glaive loosening as he and it fell the ground with a thud followed by a clang.

  "Take that, sucker!" Seto yelled triumphantly, as the rest of the team emerged from their hiding places, having dealt with the rest of the squids while Mitch was busy fighting the squid general, as they walked towards him, to see if he was okay. And yeah, also to deal with the general if he wasn't out or dead.

  The general groaned and stood, rubbing the side of his head. It seemed that he was still conscious because of the helmet he was wearing at that time, but it still hurt like the Nether itself.

  "Stay down, Proxima," Ty said to the general as he rose," Oh wait, jeez, you are a dude? I seriously thought you are a girl. My bad."

  " Excuse me?!!" The general roared, hefting his glaive.

  "Oh, I am terribly sorry," Ty said almost sincerely, then paused with a mischievous smile," but who freaking cares?"

  The general growled, and swept his glaive at the seven members who had him surrounded, the extra reach granted by the double bladed glaive made him even harder to fight. Even so, he was surrounded by seven skilled warriors. Okay, minus Mitch and Jerome, who couldn't fight at the moment.

  The general fought valiantly, of course, he was one the best generals that Syndo ever had. Swinging his glaive with swift, precise strokes, ripping a line of red into Ian's chest, and would had almost killed Jason if not for his spacesuit.

  Ty, the best fighting warrior at the moment, parried his strikes, but even with five versus one, the general was holding his own.

  "We need to get to Adam!" Mitch said to them," before anyone relocates him."

  "I'll go with you," Jerome said, pointing to the others," they are pretty damn occupied."

  "You sure you okay with this?" Mitch asked Jerome.

  "Is this what you are asking, ranger?" Jerome raised an eyebrow," Bring it on."

  Mitch picked up his fallen sword. It was a good that that it wasn't his sword arm's shoulder that was dislocated, but it still burned, thobbing, as it begun to swell.

  He followed Jerome out of the dungeons, carefully on the lookout for squids. Fortunately, there weren't any at the moment.

  "Alright, our weapons are on the third floor at the armoury, and Adam's at the same level," Mitch said to the bacca," so we grab Adam, get back to them, then grab the weapons. Deal?"

  "Deal," Jerome said, as the two explored the other parts of the dungeons, walking down hallways.

  "Right, where would Syndo put his special guest?" Jerome muttered.

  "Hey, Furry," Mitch called.
 
  Jerome turned to him, as Mitch pointed to a door, guarded by several guards," If I were him, I would put him in there. It is the most heavily guarded door we had seen so far."

  Jerome nodded, then the two crept stealthily along the walls, keeping to the shadows to avoid being seen, towards the door.

  Mitch took out his two daggers," Can you throw?"

  "Yeah," Jerome said, the ranger was doubting his abilities? Wow. Just wow.

  "Alright," Mitch said," how many daggers do you have?"

  "Around four," Jerome said," I took them off a squid's belt earlier on."

  "Great," Mitch said," that should be able to take care of them, except one."