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Wemmbu stares out at the wreckage.
Their tattered and broken elytra was hanging on his back. He is out of wind charges and has a few rockets.
A small smile escaped as they looked at the ruined site of the 1000 player war.
He exhales deeply as the adrenaline dies out.
The Law has been held back. A thousand under 6 feet of ban.
Wemmbu fiddles with the sunflower charm on his mace.
A saddened memory of one who trusted him.
Rejoice…
Wemmbu pulled out his chat screen
[Wemmbu whispered to Egg: Hey dude we did it.]
[Prob gotta heal before coming to save u but maybe this rivalry will be over]
[See ya soon bro(🌸^•^)]
No response from Egg. The “all seeing eye” might be asleep. I mean he is a deep deep sleeper.
Wemmbu closed his chat with a small swipe of a hand. His tail reacting happily. A small sway that seemed almost hypnotic. His face looking more at peace.
Flame is in the back.
After the whole 2 VS 1, Flame is discarding some extra loot they left. He unsheathes the sword.
A constant reminder to become the strongest. A goal that will end up with many betrayals and hardships.
Flame turns, ready to strike as Wemmbu senses someone joined him on the ledge. As Wemmbu turned smiling, the blade struck. Right across his chest. Pain surged as he fell from the ledge.
He quickly rocketed, trying to land atleast safely enough. Wemmbu crashed right into some rubble. This made him unaware of Flame closing in.
By the time Wemmbu was able to get to his senses, Flame was pointing {Fraggers} at him, straight at the neck. Blood still soaking over his clothing. The chest wound disorienting Wemmbu severely.
Wemmbu coughed a little, trying to hide the weakness he felt. He was tired, he just fought a war and now have to fight his rival.
”Dude W-What the heck!” Wemmbu exclaimed. Trying to not stutter as it would show too much weakness.
“We promised to fight remember?” Flame said, his voice devoid of anything Wemmbu could read off of.
Wemmbu sighed heavily, his body screaming as he begrudgingly stood. Blood seeping into his clothes.
<Gambit> was unsheathed as he and Flame fought. Both sustaining more injuries. Especially Wemmbu. His chest pain became worse as his disorientation cause more injuries. He was hit in a really bad spot and almost died. Luckily he had more gapples but still.
He had to call it quits. He hated losing but still. He had to live, to see Egg again.
To live normally...
Wemmbu was knocked down by Flame's sword. Actual worry seeping through his 'nonchalant' face only for a second
“Just admit I’m stronger bro.”
Wemmbu didn’t answer, he felt he couldn’t. The pain hurt too much to even talk. Being alive was enough.
Wemmbu sighed a shaky breath. His life is likely going to end isn’t it. He didn’t want to die but maybe.
Just maybe this could make him less tired.
Wemmbu met Flame’s blindfold.
“You..can be the strongest”
Flame was taken aback by this. He opened and closed his mouth multiple times before saying.
“That’s it?”
Wemmbu didn’t answer for a while. The pain slowly making him more and more space out.
He nodded once before he collapsed right there.
It felt like hell.
Flame seeing this froze.
What just happened...
His gut told him to just help while a hidden dark part of him said too leave him.
He gritted his teeth and checked on his bleeding rival.
What the Mojang is going on??
He lifted the unconscious Wemmbu up to access the wound.
Did he only say that because he was dying.
No. He wasn’t dying thought Flame as he quickly took off the damaged chest place.
A large gash on Wemmbu’s chest was prominent along with various wounds. His breathing labored and shallow as blood pooled under him.
A few shaky and wet coughs came out. Blood slowly trickled down his mouth. Flame quickly went through his inventory, random junk, a few gaps and an extra totem.
He quickly put it in Wemmbu’s hand. The golden and pristine state of the totem severely contradicting what’s happening.
Flame bit his lip as he tried to feed Wemmbu the gaps.
Even though they were rivals, he still wanted to beat him at his best. Not like this.
Such a horrible display of honour.
The adrenaline from wanting that title was suppressed. First saving Wemmbu was more important. The totem popped as he thought. The golden and green particles blasting loudly in the quiet of a battlefield.
His thoughts spiraled more as he lifted the purple demon’s head slightly to make sure he didn’t choke.
The once scrunched up face slowly relaxed as the healing slowly repaired the wounds. Flame places down an enderchest for any more supplies. Some regeneration and healing potions were in there. Flame unscrewed the regeneration potion.
His tiger ears pressed down in guilt and his tail wrapped around his foot. Flame tested to see if Wemmbu could drink or not.
Luckily he didn’t choke on the sweet but chemical potion. The last thing he needed was him choking.
The wounds slowly repairing as the potion empties.
After an hour of rescuing his enemy from death, he accessed the remaining wounds.
The gash still there, needing several stitches and various burns and wounds from the recent 2vs1000 war and from <Fraggers>. Flame collected the ender chest as he slowly lifted Wemmbu on his back. A few grunts escaped Flame.
His once cocky and smug face being reduced to a tired and vulnerable display. A loud display of a confident and power hungry demon slowly dissipating to something small, vulnerable, scarred.
Something he would likely hate anyone to see. The dragon’s tail hanging limp as his breathing slowly evened out.
Flame piggybacked Wemmbu to his base for more medical attention and rest. He also needed to get some stitches but he still kept carrying Wemmbu.
His body screaming in pain from all of that fighting. He gritted his teeth and grunted as he continued to walk or more exactly limp. That’s when Flame saw him, or rather faced him.
(We actually can’t tell because Flame has a blindfold. Stupid Blindfold>:C)
A well dressed red cat walks in front of them. Red, white and green fur decorated by armour made of netherite with the laws emblem shining a golden yellow.
The current Law Leader and someone who just sent them a thousand players to fight. Lettuce
Lettuce signals for two law men to bring the deal.
Unknowingly to both Flame and the unconscious Wemmbu of what was is store for them.
“Lettuce.”
Flame scowled. His sword dangerously close to Lettuce’s neck.
Lettuce smirked.
“I would like to make a trade off with our dear criminals with something or particularly someone valuable…”
Flame breathing hitched as he saw who they brought.
Egg, the seraphim angel with an Eye for his head was pushed up.
He had a gash in his shoulder and quite a lot of dirt and blemishes of his clothing but otherwise still okay. Wemmbu would be so pissed seeing this.
Minutetech however is something Flame never expected to be captured by the Law.
He fought Minute before and he is a formidable guardian and PvPer.
It doesn’t make sense how he got caught. In fact he doesn’t have much of a record.
“So may I speak of the deal now before you end up killing one bird and two stones?”
Lettuces tone slowly becoming more dangerous as he spoke. His green eyes glistened with desire and righteous and calculated fury.
“Talk”
Flame said.
Knowing fighting isn’t going to help. Especially not with two people that is practically a moral compass for the chaos demon.
Even Flame knew, yet he also held a close friendship with Egg so both were in the same boat even if one is unconscious.
“You and Wemmbu come with me to prison, I will let Minute and Egg free.”
Lettuce said. Flames scowl grew more hostile as he stared daggers at this furry. Basically a hostage situation. The silence filled this conversation as a muffled groan pierced through it.
Wemmbu had woken up.