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24. Falling, Falling, Gone

re·cip·ro·cate
/rəˈsiprəˌkāt/

verb

"the favor was reciprocated"

respond to (a gesture or action) by making a corresponding one.

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George and Wilbur were already hard at work, both Brits getting their traps ready. The group of boys who weren't participating sat in the throne room with Techno and I, watching the competitors' every move the same way I would watch streams.

"Do we have to sit on the floor?" Sapnap turned to glare at Techno but quickly turned away as the irritated king played with the tip of the sword in his hands. I sent the pink haired man a look and he sighed.

George was currently trying to stack up enough blocks to set Wilbur up for a high drop, hoping he didn't have a water bucket to help him out.

Wilbur made his way to the bottom of the ocean, building a small square room under the water. He filled up the room, making sure he had one bucket of water left. We watched as both boys waited for the countdown. Wilbur removed the door he placed so he could breathe as George took his leap off.

Both were surprised, Wilbur acting more quickly than George. Will had place the water just in time, picking it back up as soon as he didn't need it anymore.

George was trying to figure out where he was, digging up and finding that there was an extensive amount of cobble. He turned to start mining the side and broke free. He had to swim far to make it to the surface.

George was struggling heavily. He pulled himself up hard, but it was no use. He was taking too much damage. He was surely going to drown. I smiled, turning my attention to Wilbur who went back up the blocks George had used. Wil stacked up higher, hoping to catch him off guard from being up in the clouds.

"YES!" Bad cheered, prompting Techno and I to look over at the other screen. I narrowed my eyes slightly. He escaped. Just great. I turned to look at Techno and roll my eyes. He chuckled, eliciting a smile on my face.

George was trying to run through a large hoard of mobs, but rendered it useless. As the time counted down from ten, he seemingly had no plan. I grinned in delight, seeing as Wilbur could get off perfectly fine for this round.

Just when I thought we were going to get another win, George stood beside a creeper. My jaw dropped as the four boys who sat in front of the thrones hollered in excitement, congratulations for their friend's quick thinking being yelled out.

When the Brits swapped, George was clearly confused as he passed through clouds and only saw white. When he started approaching the ground, he took out his water and timed it correctly. I sighed and leaned back in my throne, now extremely angry.

Wilbur survived the creeper explosion, though he did take a lot of damage. He started getting food for himself to heal up, coming across a lava pool. The fluffy haired boy grinned and finished collecting and cooking his food, not worried about what he would have to do.

George was mining, collecting materials and ores for whatever he was going to make. I watched him intently, nervous as to what Wilbur would be put through. Just as I was starting to figure out what he was making, Techno whispered to me.

"Go to the training room and get some combos down. We can't take any chances. If Wilbur loses, we're tied, and we can't risk you getting hurt." I sighed but nodded, getting up and walking to the training room. I looked down at my gown and glared.