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This was messed up.
That's all Wemmbu could think as his wings were being mangled and his legs crushed under the weight of the man's mace. For an ender dragon hybrid like him, messing with his prized wings was beyong immoral. He tried to resist, to fight back...but his oppement were way stronger than him, and mostly, way more sadistic.
Clownpierce and his Loyal right hand man, and also bestfriend, FerreMC...
These two were some of the most feared player in this smp, and also the deadliest. Clownpierce ruled the Nether, and Ferre took care of everything else with him.
He managed to beat Clownpierce once, all thanks to his orbitals and his two maces, Gambit and Crucible. But that win was short as Ferre came rushing in, popping all of his totem in only a span of minute, and forcing him to fly away.
Since then, he didn't mess with neither of them. It wasn't worth the risk, plus if he got captured, he would either be killed or tortured for information on his orbitals. Which wasn't something he wanted, obviously.
Back to their fight...Wemmbu tried to use his elytra instead of hid wings. This was his last hope to get away, to get back to thé end and get helped by Minute...This hope was fast dimished, although, as Ferre slam him hard into the ground with his mace, popping another totem of his and getting crushed into the dirt.
God that hurt so fricking much...
He tried to kick Ferre off, only for him to draw his sword and shove it right against his throat, forcing him to still and stop trashing around. And then, he saw Clown again, he was walking toward them, with a potion in his hands.
What was that !? God no, he doesn't want to drink or get affected by this shit !
"Don't even try to get me to drink that shit ! Get the fuck away from me you bastard !"
He shrieked, but of course, Clown didn't care nor did he listen, and he crouched down infront of him, uncorking the potion. Wemmbu tried to turn his head away, but Clown strong hand gripped his jaw, and force his mouth open. Before wemmbu could do anything, the potion was shoved into his mouth and down his throat...He gagged and cough as soon as Clown took the empty bottle away, letting go of his jaw roughtly. It didn't took long before Wemmbu brain shut down, and his body got limp.
His breathing slowed...And all of his limbs just collapsed. He was out cold.