Dianite grinned as he watched his army march through the portal into Mianite's realm. Now with the Wither at the head of the the army defeat would be almost impossible for him. He watched as the last blazes went through. Then It was his turn. It felt so strange to be back in the realm he had once wanted. That was a long time ago. Dianite floated over to the ocean shore, Mianite was there waiting for him, he had a few statues standing around him. 'This is it?' Dianite thought. He had prepared so long for this fight and all he would fight is a couple of statues? "Well then" he smiled as he said it "shall we begin?" "Dianite, this will be harder than you think, although I'm sure you don't believe me" Mianite said sadly. "Attack!" Dianite yelled. The statues suddenly came to life, but before the fighting could start an invisible wall was placed in between the two armies. Dianite was very angry. He struck down the wall with a fireball and the fighting began. "Stop!" The voice was loud and clear across the plains. Dianite turned his head in anger at Ianite. "How dare you interupt!" He growled. "Why are you even fighting?" She asked "if you want another realm Dianite then your a fool!" Dianite flinched at the sharpness of her tongue, "You have a very big realm, it suits your personality!" She said, "What more do you want?" There was calmness in her voice now. "You have a point" Dianite lied. She smiled and turned away. Dianite shot a fireball in her general direction, he didn't even want to look at her. He here'd the crack in the air as it hit her. "I knew this would happen" he said smirking. "Mianite, shall we continue?" Mianite stared at him in horror. The and battle roared as it continued. "As for you, my dear" he slowly walked over two Ianite lying on the ground. He kicked her onto her side, her eyes stared at him filled with anger and pain. "I prepared a place for you" he pointed a finger at her and she began to fade away. The last words that were here'd from her in the realm for some time were "You're a monster, you do well to remember that!" The words replayed in Dianite head. "nothing personal Ianite, it's just good business" he said smiling, turning away from were the goddess had laid just moments before. When he got back to the ocean shore he was furious. His army had been demolished! Even the Wither was lying on the battle field dead. Dianite turned to Mianite filled with rage. The man was staring at the ocean. All Mianite said was... "That's why a commander should never leave his troops."
