Trampolinist - Part 3
Part summary: Tundras are cold, and apparently Netherite armor doesnโt do much against that.
Warnings: swearing, and thatโs mostly it. Blood and injuries.
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Your feet complain at you at the mere thought of walking all the way through the plains in the direction that the compass is pointing. The way through the Nether is dangerous, you know that for a fact, crossing through several Soul Sand Valleys, over a fortress, and an especially thick Warped Forest (at least according to info on the corkboard by the central portal). And if that wasnโt bad enough, you donโt have any obsidian on you and donโt know where to get any, making the option of an additional portal far out of the question.
A sigh passes your lips, resigned to trudge through the plains and fight whatever you may come across.
Hopefully itโs only a few thousand blocks.
So you take the first step.
And another.
And another.
You lose track of how many you take, the time passing by like an especially boring Bedwars game, tick tick tocking seconds.
The temperature drops sharply a good time later, the compass beginning to vibrate with its proximity to the lodestone. You look up, almost surprised to see a cabin in the middle of the tundra, but youโre relieved nonetheless.
You duck behind a tree when you see a figure step out from the cabin, wearing red, the sun glinting off of their crown in gold and blue. They seem to scan the tree line, but thereโs no way that they heard youโฆ
...right?
Right?
A second figure, one you have certainly never seen before, emerges from the cabin, putting one hand on the first figureโs shoulder, saying something you canโt make out from your position. They appear to huff and say something back.
The second figure makes their way towards your hiding spot; as they (he, you can see the facial features now) get closer, the compass hums in your tight grip on it, vibrating almost violently.
โCome out now and we wonโt hurt you.โ
You stay silent. Particles gather at your fingertips, ready to rip open the fabric of the world in order to escape with your life (well, one of your lives, anyway) and sanity.
Your issue?
He needs to stay back.
He pulls his sword out of midair, materializing Netherite gripped white-knuckled.
โSo be it.โ
There goes your chance of escaping via portal. You suppose knocking him out with the energy is your best shot at scurrying off intact.
The second he reaches your hiding spot, you jump up, sending the energy flying down your blade and into his chest. The winged man stumbles backwards, cursing in an unfamiliar (takes you a while to interpret) language, lost to the sands of the void.
Youโre reckless, that much is for certain, but youโre certainly not stupid. Now that youโve been spotted, the other person is sure to be there in, at most, a minute. Knowing when to run is not cowardice.
You should have known to account for outside forces.
The second figure appears seemingly out of nowhere, sticking his foot out to trip you up in your haste to find a new hiding place. It works, unfortunately, sending you sprawling, cursing in at least four different languages.
โYouโre fast,โ he grumbles, confiscating your sword and eyeing it with an experienced gaze.
โYeah, and youโre an ass,โ you retort, hand subtly reaching to the second blade stashed on your thigh.
He doesnโt expect the swing of the dagger so suddenly, violently slashing his palm open. He doesnโt expect, through his howls of pain, for you to grab your sword and give him a pitying gaze.
He doesnโt expect your sparks, normally used to rip open and kill, maim others and shred reality, to flicker towards his hand and seal the bloody slash shut with nothing more than a faint scar to remember it by.
You donโt expect what you do either.
โPortal, LโManburg, tomorrow at midnight. Iโll explain there.โ
With that, you dip out of there, tired and needing a new sword.
Great.
Sorry itโs so short yโall, Iโm burnt out โcause of school. Fun.
