Book Three: Part 2 Herobrine’s Message. Sean Wolfe Fay

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      “Well, you’re going to come with us, Stan,” Arachnia replied in a disturbingly sweet-sounding voice that made Stan’s skin crawl. “Lord Tenebris is most anxious to see you. And as for your friends, well, they’re of no use to anybody any more, so they will be disposed of.”

      “Well, I’m sorry, Arachnia,” Stan retorted, keeping his voice pleasant and conversational as he realized that there was no escape, and they would have to fight. “But I’m afraid that I can’t let you do that.”

      And before the mobhunter could respond, Stan leaped forwards and locked his axe against the glowing diamond sword that Arachnia had pulled out, and the two of them began to duel. Immediately, the players who had been standing behind the two leaders leaped into action. Kat lunged toward Enderchick with Rex at her heels, Cassandrix and Creeper Khan struck at each other simultaneously, and Commander Crunch rushed in to help Cassandrix. Lord Marrow and Leonidas both released a barrage of arrows at each other, while Zomboy lunged at the nearest target, Charlie.

      Charlie feinted backward to avoid the giant stone axe that the oversized player slammed into the ground, leaving cracks in the stone blocks of the cave floor. As he moved, Charlie felt a sharp pain in his foot, and it nearly gave out, but he managed to stay on his feet, cringing in pain. Charlie glanced up at Zomboy, who was raising his axe and preparing for another attack. He’s not very fast, Charlie noted to himself, and he’s taking way too long between attacks. He must be a heavy fighter.

      Charlie became aware of explosions going off behind Zomboy as Creeper Khan started to use his pyrokinetic powers and Lord Marrow fired off explosive arrows, but Charlie forced himself to focus on his own fight. Zomboy continued to walk towards Charlie, swinging his giant stone axe from side to side, forcing Charlie back down the cave towards the way they had come. Charlie saw multiple openings in the attack that would allow him to counter, but each time he was about to strike, the pain in his leg flared up again, and he was forced to fall back to avoid another attack.

      Finally, after a frustrating minute of dodging, Zomboy launched a particularly powerful downward axe strike, which Charlie sidestepped. The axe blade shattered the stone block beneath it in a shower of sparks and became lodged in the ground, forcing Zomboy to struggle to pull it out. Seeing his chance, Charlie launched himself forwards off his good leg, and sunk his stone pickaxe directly into Zomboy’s chest. The giant mobhunter winced and staggered backwards, axe still in hand, before collapsing to the ground with a massive thud.

      Charlie took a deep breath, and let it out as he looked down at the massive body of his defeated adversary. He was infuriated with himself. That giant thug was so unskilled that it should have been an effortless kill, but his leg had made it much more difficult than it had to be. A dark thought crossed Charlie’s mind. What if he came face to face with a skilled opponent? Not somebody like Leonidas in their fight in the forest … someone who actually wanted to hurt him? Charlie shuddered as his mind clouded with these thoughts, and he began to walk back towards the fight, past the body of Zomboy, determined to prove himself.

      What Charlie hadn’t expected was for Zomboy’s axe to fly up off the ground and directly at him.

      Charlie managed to pull his backup pickaxe out of his inventory to block the attack, but the impact of the oversized stone axe on his weapon still sent him flying across the cave. He hit the wall with a smack, landing hard on the stone-block floor, right on his bad leg. Charlie let out a holler of pain and clutched his damaged limb in agony, glancing up through his teary eyes to figure out what had just happened.

      Zomboy was back on his feet. His stone axe was held firmly in his right hand, Charlie’s pickaxe was still lodged in his chest, and he was staring at Charlie with a grin, no sign of pain on his face at all.

      Charlie was perplexed, not sure how it was that Zomboy was still alive, until it hit him. Zomboy was part of the assassin team, and, according to what Stan had told him, each member of their team seemed to be modded to have some sort of special ability. Charlie realized that this player must be modded to have extra HP, and be able to take a ton of punishment before he died.

      As the giant beast of a player lumbered towards Charlie, he prepared to kick off the wall, and get out of the way of the incoming attack. Zomboy began to raise his axe over his head as Charlie kicked off the wall, only to have his knee buckle under the pressure. Charlie hardly noticed, though; he was too focussed on the axe raised over Zomboy’s head.

      Just as the blow was about to fall, an arrow flew from deep in the cave and lodged itself into Zomboy’s skull, right between his eyes. The giant player gave a yelp of pain, and then proceeded to look down the tunnel towards the source of the arrow, not dead from the blow (somehow) but most certainly angry.

      “Hey!” he bellowed down the mine, his eyebrows, with an arrow sticking out between them, knitted in fury. “Wads da big idea?”

      Charlie glanced down the cave, and his face lit up in amazement and relief. There, standing in the mouth of the cave, was Sirus, bow raised, and an army of twenty players, all armed with stone weapons, standing behind him.

      “Charge!” the crazed redstone mechanic bellowed.

      The entire mass of players barrelled through the cave, sending arrows and flying weapons at Zomboy. Sensing that he was overwhelmed, the massive mobhunter turned, the attacks simply sinking into his back to no effect. With his axe in hand, he dashed down the cave and back towards his comrades.

      As the wave of freed hostages continued to rush past Charlie, Sirus stopped to help him to his feet. “Hey, Charlie, man, long time no see, how’re you doing?”

      “I’m … fine,” Charlie replied. He couldn’t believe his eyes. From what he had heard, Sirus had perished in the Battle for Elementia. “I … I’m really glad to see you. But … I thought you …”

      “Oh, I get it, you thought I died,” Sirus replied with a short laugh. “Yeah, I thought that, too, but I respawned, and I saw somebody duck into the woods and I figured that the hill probably wasn’t safe, so I decided that I wanted to go out into the middle of the Ender Desert because I thought that could be fun, but then I got hungry and tried to eat part of a cactus, and it kind of caused me to hallucinate to the point where I imagined that I was at a wedding between a cantaloupe and—”

      “I’m sorry, but do we have to talk about this now?” Charlie cut in urgently, jerking his head towards the blasts and shouts of the ongoing fight down the cave.

      “Seriously though, dude,” Sirus continued, as he got into position to help Charlie up, “you must have done something pretty bad to that leg of yours, ’cause it’s totally busted, gone south, practically useless, comparable to the poop of—”

      “OK, I get it, Sirus,” Charlie cut in, irritated. “I’m already frustrated enough without your commentary.”

      Sirus merely shrugged and pulled Charlie to his feet. Charlie attempted to take a step forwards, but his bad foot couldn’t take the slightest bit of pressure without him screaming in agony. Sirus noticed his suffering and placed Charlie’s arm around his shoulder, slowly helping him follow the horde of Adorian Villagers that had surged down the cave and towards the ongoing fights.

      Look at me, Charlie thought to himself bitterly. I can’t even walk by myself. I’m nothing but a cripple now.

      As they reached the end of the cave, Charlie saw that, to his confusion, there was no fighting. Stan, Kat, Charlie, Cassandrix and Commander Crunch were all standing around, СКАЧАТЬ