Out of all mobs, it had to be an Enderman. Why couldn’t it be a Spider? Or a Zombie protected by the shade of the trees? Steve would rather perfer fighting a Creeper at this point. But no, somewhere, hiding around Steve and Alex as the circled each other, was an Enderman. The pitch black mobs had always caused Dillsbury trouble throughout the years. Not just from stealing blocks that the village folk had used to make homes or other structures, but they caused the militia quite a bit of hassle when it came to killing them. Besides Creepers, Enderman had always been a very tough mob to kill that even the most experienced soldiers had trouble with.
“See anything, Alex?”
“Not yet.” Steve could hear Alex breathing heavily. He didn’t blame her, he was as well. “Wait a second...there!”
Steve turned just as Alex fired another arrow at what seemed to be the speed of light. However, the Enderman teleported away just as the arrow was about to hit its mark, leaving behind a scurry of purple particles. This didn’t suprise Steve. With the 17 years he had lived, he had NEVER seen someone hit an Enderman with an arrow.
Alex turned to him as if to say something, but her eyes only widened as she spotted something behind him. “Steve!”
Steve turned around fast to see a tall, black figure standing directly in front of him. Its mouth was wide open as if it was emitting an ear-piercing shreik, but no sound came out. Steve instinctively swung his sword forward as the Enderman approached him. Just as it seemed the sword was about to make a strike to the Enderman’s waist, it again teleported away. Steve grunted as his sword swung and nothing and simply put strain on his arms rather than kill the elusive mob.
“Ste-Ah!” Alex exclaimed behind him. There was a thudding sound in between her words and Steve turned around yet again. He saw Alex fall to the ground with a painful expression on her face.
“Alex!” Steve ran to one of the few people he considered family. There was a large welt on Alex’s forehead, no doubt where the Enderman had landed a strong hit with its fist.
Alex began to open her eyes. “B-behind you...” she cooed. Without even looking, Steve thrust his arm behind him, swinging his sword as he turned around. He saw the Enderman for a split second before it teleported again. Steve stared at the purple particles for a moment when he felt a huge thwack to the back of his head, knocking him onto his stomach. He grunted in pain as his cheek scraped the dirt below him.
No, he was not going to be defeated by this thing. He would never forgive himself if he was. He stood up quickly, grasping his sword in a ready position. He saw the mob in the corner of his eye about to strike, so he turned and swung. Too slow, it had teleported.
“Come on!” he shouted. Again Steve saw it in front of him, but was too slow to land a blow with his sword before it teleported. This happened several more times and seemed to go on forever. He would see it in the corner of his eye, swing at it but grunt in frustration as it teleported.
“Stop hiding! Come fight me!” Steve could feel the furious expression building on his face. He swung at the Enderman again only to have it disappear. Suddenly Steve felt a violent shove to his shoulders, so powerful that it knocked the sword out of his hand and pushed him face-first into the ground. Steve stayed there for a moment, coping with the pain. The garbling noise behind him let him know that the Enderman was standing behind him.
Steve turned around onto his back, sitting with his elbows keeping him from falling backwards. The Enderman advanced towards him. The sword was out of his reach, Alex unconscious. What was he to do?
“GWAAAAAHHH!” The Enderman shrieked. Steve would have looked away if he did not see something blue come through the middle of the Enderman’s chest. But what was it? Steve squinted. It was a diamond sword that had been stabbed through the back of the mob, with its blade now sticking through the front. Diamond swords were only given to the highest of military ranks in Dillsbury.
The Enderman slowly shut its eyes as the life left its foul body. The sword was withdrawn and the Enderman fell to the side, dead, revealing a familiar muscular figure with blonde hair. Steve recognized him immediately.
“G-Gareth?”
There was a deep sigh. “Why am I always having to pick up after you two?”
“See anything, Alex?”
“Not yet.” Steve could hear Alex breathing heavily. He didn’t blame her, he was as well. “Wait a second...there!”
Steve turned just as Alex fired another arrow at what seemed to be the speed of light. However, the Enderman teleported away just as the arrow was about to hit its mark, leaving behind a scurry of purple particles. This didn’t suprise Steve. With the 17 years he had lived, he had NEVER seen someone hit an Enderman with an arrow.
Alex turned to him as if to say something, but her eyes only widened as she spotted something behind him. “Steve!”
Steve turned around fast to see a tall, black figure standing directly in front of him. Its mouth was wide open as if it was emitting an ear-piercing shreik, but no sound came out. Steve instinctively swung his sword forward as the Enderman approached him. Just as it seemed the sword was about to make a strike to the Enderman’s waist, it again teleported away. Steve grunted as his sword swung and nothing and simply put strain on his arms rather than kill the elusive mob.
“Ste-Ah!” Alex exclaimed behind him. There was a thudding sound in between her words and Steve turned around yet again. He saw Alex fall to the ground with a painful expression on her face.
“Alex!” Steve ran to one of the few people he considered family. There was a large welt on Alex’s forehead, no doubt where the Enderman had landed a strong hit with its fist.
Alex began to open her eyes. “B-behind you...” she cooed. Without even looking, Steve thrust his arm behind him, swinging his sword as he turned around. He saw the Enderman for a split second before it teleported again. Steve stared at the purple particles for a moment when he felt a huge thwack to the back of his head, knocking him onto his stomach. He grunted in pain as his cheek scraped the dirt below him.
No, he was not going to be defeated by this thing. He would never forgive himself if he was. He stood up quickly, grasping his sword in a ready position. He saw the mob in the corner of his eye about to strike, so he turned and swung. Too slow, it had teleported.
“Come on!” he shouted. Again Steve saw it in front of him, but was too slow to land a blow with his sword before it teleported. This happened several more times and seemed to go on forever. He would see it in the corner of his eye, swing at it but grunt in frustration as it teleported.
“Stop hiding! Come fight me!” Steve could feel the furious expression building on his face. He swung at the Enderman again only to have it disappear. Suddenly Steve felt a violent shove to his shoulders, so powerful that it knocked the sword out of his hand and pushed him face-first into the ground. Steve stayed there for a moment, coping with the pain. The garbling noise behind him let him know that the Enderman was standing behind him.
Steve turned around onto his back, sitting with his elbows keeping him from falling backwards. The Enderman advanced towards him. The sword was out of his reach, Alex unconscious. What was he to do?
“GWAAAAAHHH!” The Enderman shrieked. Steve would have looked away if he did not see something blue come through the middle of the Enderman’s chest. But what was it? Steve squinted. It was a diamond sword that had been stabbed through the back of the mob, with its blade now sticking through the front. Diamond swords were only given to the highest of military ranks in Dillsbury.
The Enderman slowly shut its eyes as the life left its foul body. The sword was withdrawn and the Enderman fell to the side, dead, revealing a familiar muscular figure with blonde hair. Steve recognized him immediately.
“G-Gareth?”
There was a deep sigh. “Why am I always having to pick up after you two?”