Minecraft: Mobs of the new world (Reader x Human!Minecraft mobs)

Fight me!

(y/n) was mad. More than mad. She balled her hand into a fist, and went to punch Herobrine dead in the face. Wither, however, grabbed her arm tightly, causing the (h/c) female to flinch. She glared at the ravenette. "I'm defending you. Why are you protecting him?!" Wither growled out her awnser; "Because a loyal disiple doesn't let anything hurt their master." (y/n) pulled her arm back, gritting her teeth. "If he is your teacher... show me your strength." With determination glowing in her eyes, (y/n) growled at Wither. "I want to get stronger! I want to protect my friends! I'm sick of people feeling as though  they have to protect me! So fight me! Show me your strength! Train me! Show me I can protect everyone."

Wither smiled. That smile turned into a smirk. "You're on. But first, you might want to suit up." Wither then turned to Herobrine. "Human form, disipline. No killing (y/n)." Wither nodded, then walked of towards her room. "Here. Anyone who can stand up against me deserves a little help." Herobrine picked up his diamond sword, then handed it to (y/n). "No armor. Learn to fight so you do not need it. I'll consider making you a student if I think you're worth the trouble." With those words, he walked off.

(y/n) was confused. But she walked towards the door anyway. Opening the door, she took a breath of fresh air. It felt like a luxury to feel the wind on her cheek again. Herobrine walked outside, Wither following. She clutched a wither skull in both of her hands.  (y/n) gripped her sword tighter. Herobrine walked between the two females. "Ready?" Wither crouched down, placing the skull in her pocket. Crouching on all fours, she resembled an animal. (y/n) gripped her sword, standing in a defensive postion. Both girls nodded. Herobrine looked at the two of them, then shouted "Go!" and jumped out of the way. Wither pushed off the ground, gaining altitude quickly. (y/n) watched her, a black silhoette against the sun and the blue sky. The others that (y/n) had seen in the living room cheered from the entrance of the cave. "Go Wither! Beat the steve!" Were some of the cries she could hear. She had no time to get mad, however. Wither skulls rained down from the sky, exploding on contact with the ground, or (y/n). She ran frantically, trying to not get hit. (y/n) didn't know she had a supporter, in the sea of people in the cave. Blake, watching the match, whispered under his breath. "Kick her ass (y/n)."

Wither started falling. When she touched the ground, however, an explosion was set off. (y/n) charged at Wither, digging her weapon into Wither's left shoulder. She yanked it back, then plunged it into where Wither's heart should have been. Wither started to laugh. "I'm not that easy to take down." Wither punched (y/n)'s gut, winding the (h/c) female. Wither kicked her back, making her let go of the diamond weapon. She pulled it out, throwing it behind her. (y/n) was breathing deeply, trying to stay concious and alive. Wither kicked her in the stomach again. And again, and again. (y/n) coughed up blood. Wither turned on her heel.

She walked towards the cave. But she stopped. "That's how I defend everyone. From the Steves."