The Other Survivor 2

Not Again, You Bastard

I saw ranks of undead by the wall, I stared at the face I loathed since I left my village.

Herobrine.

I unslung my bow and readied to shoot, my eyes narrowed at Herobrine, who was looking up at us, his eyes white and hard.

I heard footsteps beside me, but I didn't look. Instead, I fired my arrow.

Herobrine stepped aside with lightning reflex and stared at me in the eye, he might be smiling at the rage showing in my face under the mask.

I reached for another arrow, but I felt a hand on my arm.

"Don't," Rain said, I stared at him.

"You'll just waste your arrows," he said, "Shoot for the undead. And didn't you say you left your horse outside?" I swore.

"Jet..." I said, scanning my surroundings, I saw a familiar shade of black in the corner of my vision, away from Herobrine. I sighed in relief.

"He's fine," and my gaze hardened, I stared into those soulless, remorseless eyes of Herobrine.

I readied my bow again, I could've sworn Herobrine smirked. Well, he's not smirking anytime soon.

But instead of letting loose my arrow, I dropped my bow and teleported down behind him, knife ready to stab down.

Herobrine did the impossible.

He caught my knife, well more like my wrist. I snarled as I used my free hand to free another knife to stab down. He knocked the other one aside.

"F*** you shi***y ***hole that doesn't even deserve a bi*** for a wife!" I screamed at him, the profanity escaping my mouth. (Okay, let's make this clear. Iris is very very angry at Herobrine, and she vents her rage at people through profanity. It's either that or violence, and she can't quite do that disarmed and with a wrist in Herobrine's hand)

"A feisty one, I see," Herobrine said. I cussed some more at him.

"You would be fun to keep," he said.

"YOU BAST***!!" I screamed back at him. He sighed.

"I have enough of this," Herobrine said. He twisted my wrist hard, I bit back a scream of pain. No, I won't show weakness in front of this-- I shouldn't cuss in my thoughts, oops.

"What is wrong with you?" Herobrine yelled at me when I still wouldn't scream in pain. The only reason I'm not screaming is because I'm biting my tongue like a gag, and I know it'll hurt a lot once I release it. And I think Herobrine dislocated my wrist too.

"Everything," I said through gritted teeth. I then kicked him where every boy would definitely not want to get kicked and teleported away once he released me in surprise. I landed in the top of the wall, sitting down. I looked at Rain who was staring at me.

"What was that for?" He asked.

"What was what for?" I asked back.

"The swears!" He said, "And for recklessly going down there." I winced.

"Yeah... about that, I think Herobrine dislocated my wrist," I said, wincing, "And my tongue hurts too, I've been biting it the whole time."

"I'll get you down," Rain said, I winced as I agreed, holding my dislocated wrist with caution.

"What did you do that for? Provoking Herobrine?" Ser Patrick demanded.

"He deserved it," I said, "And where's the infirmary? Dislocated wrist." Ser Patrick sighed.

"Just over there, around that corner. And don't go mindlessly hurting yourself, we need everybody able-bodied and in good condition to fight. A dislocated wrist is definitely out of the question," Ser Patrick said, pointing to a corner. I nodded in thanks and understanding before I ran off in that direction. Rain made to follow but Ser Patrick held him back.

"No, we need every able-bodied man on the wall and fighting, as I said before. Now go back to the wall and guard it," Ser Patrick said. Rain reluctantly followed his command.

"What happened to you?" Stella asked when she saw me come in, battered and holding my wrist. I smiled as I realized she's going to be treating me.

"Oh, nothing, except for the fact that I provoked Herobrine and he got my wrist dislocated," I said, holding out my injured wrist. Stella looked at it and winced.

"This is going to hurt," she warned before grabbing my wrists and jerked/twisted it. I let out a yelp of pain.

"OW! That hurts! Also, why aren't you up at the front lines?" I asked. She looked down.

"Well, as powerful as my offensive spells may be, I specialize in healing spells. The most powerful offensive spell I can conjure is the ethereal swords and the beam I shot at the pyromancer, and you saw how well that would be against a whole army of undead while I can fix a stab wound and dislocated wrist with less effort," Stella explained as she went to fetch a healing potion.

"Here, pour this on your wrist, it should remove any lingering pain. You can hold out in battle, right?" She asked. I nodded.

"Great, see you," she said as she bounded off to a veteran looking soldier.

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Okay, so I unpublished it because I think the end bit where Stella fixes Iris's wrist was not good enough because I remembered you can fix a dislocated limb by forcing it back in place. So I'd like to add that instead of a fancy spell.

~Iris

Post Author Note (17/8/2019):

Again, the A/N above is no longer true, since this a recovery reupload.