(Ren's POV)
I sheathed my two daggers, and we all nodded at each other.
We would fight through all of this.
There's no turning back.
"Anyone need to sharpen their tools?", Tinfoil called out. "Before we go on deeper into the pools?"
I took out my daggers again. "Yeah! I need it!", I say, looking at my dull blades.
Tinfoil tosses me a whetstone, and I shoot him a thankful look, sharpening as I do so.
"Is everyone all set?", X asks.
We nod.
X's purple eyes gleam determinedly under his helmet. "Let's go."
(Tango's POV)
I rush into the tunnel, roaring a challenge to stir the Egos in it up.
Instantly, there was response, a figure tackling me to the ground.
It was Slush, that freaking demonic ice princess.
She raises her hand to blast Ice Magic at me, but a cold gust blows her off me.
It was Stress, who held up her diamond knuckles.
"Oh, hello... Stress... I've been waiting for a chance to tear that ice throne from under your feet..", Slush growls, getting up to her feet.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?", Stress asks politely.
Slush growls, and shoots some ice crystals at Stress, who barely manages to block them with a shield. "Oh, no, but you will. I promise you.", she growls as her horns and tail emerge. Her spade-tipped tail whips around angrily, and she charges at Stress, a sword in her claws.
Stress yelps, and pushes a hand upwards, causing a gust of cold wind to knock Slush upwards.
They charge at each other in fierce combat.
I leap up to my feet, and decide that Stress will be alright.
A sword hit where I was, and I whirl around to meet my challenger.
(Here we go... sigh... Hermitcraft creepy egos.)
It was a Welsknight, but he had crazed maniacal eyes. They twitched rapidly. He grinned, and swung his iron sword towards me.
With a yell, I parry the blow, and let anger consume me, wreathing my body in firey rage. Literally.
The NotWels merely ducked out of the way from my tackle, and swung his sword at my shoulder.
It starts hurting like crazy.
Our fight went going, until I heard the most blood-chilling thing I would ever hear.
A cold Grian-like voice was heard.
"CEASE."
(A/N: Just a transition chapter. Also, the end is nigh-er.)
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Gifted: Hermitcraft
Action(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...
