(Author's Note: I am REALLY sorry for not updating anything. I had Secret Santa stuff to do. But now I'm done! So let's begin!)
(Impulse's POV)
Impulse thought that nothing would've been a better sight to see than a heroic, wishmaking, Swedish cyborg with a voice crack.
He grinned at Iskall.
"All hail Iskall85, the Swedish Mafia, the 85th of his name, The First Bro, Destroyer of Diorite, A King of Sahara, Knight of Ice, Prince of Voice cracks, Slayer of False, Wishmaker, and Guardian of Funcraft and Experts!", Grian croaked hoarsely.
"All hail the Swedish Mafia!", Ren also cheered.
Impulse stared at Grian.
"How do you even do things like that?", he asked in wonder.
Grian shrugged, before making a wish.
"I wish me, Ren, and Impulse had anti-possession weapons!"
Iskall nodded as all of a sudden, tridents with a strange enchantment popped in front of them.
Tango roared in fury and threw a punch to Iskall.
Iskall cowardly ducked.
Impulse rushed in for the blow, and struck Tango with the trident.
Tango roared in fury as all of a sudden, a pale ghostly version of Tango separated from the original Tango.
Tango rubbed his head and groaned. "Am I back?"
Ren nodded, and Tango's eyes sparkled in gratitude and the flames around his body dissipated.
Specter growled. "Fine. You've defeated me. But don't think I'm done!"
Specter grabbed a wand on the floor.
"No!", Iskall cried as he tried to grab the wand away.
Specter only grinned as the fist passed right through him.
"I'm going to send you to where most of the Grians have been locked up. Oh, and you can't just wish yourself out. Good luck!", Specter said cheerfully as he waved the wand, and white filled up Impulse's vision..
YOU ARE READING
Gifted: Hermitcraft
Acción(Cover by someone else who's not me- and I have no clue who they are) (Also, I MIGHT create a new personality for the hermits, since I have trouble with already existing ones for some reason.) (Very mild scenes and language.) A freak storm. Injuries...
