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He was trapped in the Overworld. The hunters found his portal and destroyed it. Fear settled in his lungs as he felt his gate go down.
Then the mortal dogs caught his scent; he fled, but not fast enough. He couldn’t get any real distance between himself and the hounds on his trail; he found he was unable to lose his pursuers. He needed time to build another portal, to make it back to the safety of the Nether. Time was the one thing he didn’t have.
Finally, desperate, he turned to fight. With just a smidgen of luck, he could whittle the numbers down until they turned and ran. He drew his sword and poniard and ambushed his hunters; before they could react, he’d cut half the dogs down. But Notch was there, blocking his lightning, mending the warriors who fell, rallying his troops. Herobrine turned and ran again.
They finally backed him into a corner. The numbers gathered against him sucked. They started at almost twenty-to-one; they now stood at three-to-one. Still, it wasn’t enough, not when the God had caught up to them, and the other two were superior warriors.
Notch swung his hammer, shouting, “Herobrine, yield—you’re outnumbered and outmatched.”
Herobrine cursed, jumping straight back to avoid the blow. He slammed into the bark of a tree, and panic surged through his veins. Trapped! The white-eyed deity changed the panic into lightning, and shot the bolt at his brother. “I’ll not yield to you!”
Notch batted the discharge away. The mortal hunters hurriedly avoided the energy as best they could. They continued to harry Herobrine from the sides, keeping him from sliding around the trunk and escaping.
“Be sensible!” Notch snapped. “You’re injured and boxed in. More violence will only work against you, for it’s your blood that’s falling!”
Herobrine hurt everywhere, but he continued the battle. I know how to fight! He rolled in one direction and, when the warrior on his other side stepped in, Herobrine spun back and performed a backswing that ripped through the harrier’s armor, laying his chest open. Blast, not fatal!
The other fighter leapt into the fray; Herobrine blocked his sword stroke and, using the backswing again, hacked deeply into the warrior’s thigh. The man screamed and collapsed, clutching his leg.
“Brother, that’s enough, stop or face the consequences!” Notch commanded.
“Never!” Herobrine snarled. He put the tree between himself and the creator, and set fire to the forest detritus lying about. He’ll have to protect His pets. The white-eyed god hurriedly selected a transport destination, and shifted himself there.
Instants after the successful teleport, Notch appeared before Herobrine, his hammer raised and already swinging. Herobrine’s sword, raised to deflect the blow, shattered; the hammer head smashed into his arm and shoulder. He screamed as his collarbone broke. He felt himself hit the ground hard enough to leave an indentation; everything went black after that.