At a kingdom and in an extremely dark room, a gray figure garbed in intimidating armor made his way over to someone who was sitting in a chair, gazing out at the blistering cold rainy day outside. As soon as what appeared to be his servant bowed, the seated man spoke.

"General Hutch did you take care of our... little problem?" The man questioned, his gaze not once leaving the window.

Hutch shook his head, his expression showing a slight hint of disappointment in what he considered a failure. "Not yet..." Before his commander had a chance to feel the slightest hint of anger, he quickly added "but I have an idea that will get that done along with that other important task."

Pleased at the idea, the man in the chair kept his gaze toward the window but made sure that Hutch could see his smile."I'm curious what you will do to solve it. After all, you do have your... special ways. My only hope is that it won't be long"

Right then, Hutch remembered what he was bringing and quickly reached into a sack and pulled out a letter "Don't worry, you will know soon my lord."

Meanwhile, on one of the many rooftops in a rather large village stood someone dressed in a set of black and red armor as well as a helmet looking among the population who unlike him were made almost entirely of what looked like cubes and pixels. Crouching forward to make sure no one would see him, he carefully watched what appeared to be either guards or soldiers talking. Two of them had blue diamond swords as well as a large box. Without taking his eyes off them for one moment, the armored figure pulled out and unraveled a wanted poster for someone by the name of Garen with the reward being at a staggering one thousand gems for taking him in alive. After taking examining the poster for a few moments, he quickly looked back at the people and sure enough, his suspicions were correct for his target was among the group.

"Well, this should be fun." He thought to himself with a cocky smirk as he reached into one of his tool compartments.

Meanwhile, the head of the group, Garen, who was in the midst of a trade, began to speak.

"Well then, do we have a deal?" Garen asked with a smirk, looking at his potential partner.

Before the figure could even speak, suddenly two silver objects ripped through the air and before Garen knew it, the two guards in diamond armor collapsed lifelessly to the ground, the source of their death being a simple shuriken that had embedded itself deep into their necks. Immediately, Garen and his trading partner looked up at the roof to see the armored figure jumping down with wrist blades deployed.

"Garen Thenksen, you are coming with me." The assailant said, all the while making his way towards the now glaring Garen. Realizing what was about to happen, the other person wasted no time in turning the other way and running for dear life.

"Damn it," Garen said through grit teeth. "and that was going to be my big pay-day, no one messes with my pay-day." With a simple flick of his wrist and snap of his fingers, guards dressed in iron armor began approaching the attacker right as Garen gave an order.

"Whoever kills the intruder will be getting a big reward. Whoever doesn't is eating from the garbage. I suggest you all get to it." He said as he took a few steps back right as his men got their weapons out.

"Man this should be easy," One of the guards said cockily. "After all it's 10 of us against one of him." Immediately, he charged the hunter with his sword drawn back ready to strike. With pitch perfect accuracy and reflexes, the hunter immediately sidestepped the attack and quickly grabbed and stabbed him in the chest, killing him instantly.

"If you had about as much brain power as you did confidence in killing me? Then this might've been easy." The hunter quipped before then turning his attention to the nine remaining goons who wasted no time in charging him all at once. Without a hint of fear or care, the hunter casually swayed and jumped out of the way of every strike and followed each motion up with a series of lightning fast and deadly attacks which picked them off one-by-one. Realizing his plan had quickly and spectacularly failed, Garen did the only thing he felt fit for this moment and made a run for it right as the last of his goons had their life extinguished.

Quickly, the hunter turned his attention towards the box and looked inside, his eyes showing only a slight hint of surprise.

"So that's why he's wanted." He commented once he saw the bits of Pigmen mobs inside. Without skipping a beat, the hunter then charged in the direction of his target, his only deviations from the path being that he took whatever shortcut he could to reach him quickly and also to give him at least a false sense of pleasure and sure enough, he had a smirk on his face as soon as he saw that there was no one chasing him only to have his expression shift into that of pain seconds later as his face smashed right into a metal fist which caused him to come crashing to the ground, before he could get up, immediately he felt one boot push into his abdomen and saw two blades quickly moving towards his head.

"Like I said, you're coming with me." The hunter said sternly still aiming at him. At this point, Garen knew he was running out of options fast and so, he resorted to the one thing he knew best.

That was being a rotten little weasel.

"Can't we just talk this out? I mean, I-I could pay you double the reward you'll be given, I could give you power, I could give you anything you w-" Without any warning, the hunter retracted his blades and gave Garen a brutal punch to the face, knocking him out cold.

"Sorry to interrupt," He said in a mocking tone as he slung the unconscious body over his shoulder. "it's just that I don't like having a speech recited to me word-for-word for the fifth time in a week." Right then and there, the warrior crafted his exit in the form of a dark portal and leapt right in.

Meanwhile in the dark, desolate dimension known as the Nether, a girl garbed in armor was locked in a "training" session with a group of Pigmen though really, with how easily she was beating them all, it was more like she was training them.

After a little while longer, the warrior gave a simple hand gesture, signaling that the session was over which they immediately obeyed and proceeded to walk away with her getting ready to do the same when she heard feet hitting the floor, causing her to instinctively draw her blade and aim it towards who she recognized as a familiar face.

"My, my Mena, aren't we jumpy today?" The warrior said as he throws Garen down to her feet.

"It's always good to stay alert, Ben. Nice work." She said right as she pointed towards Garen's unconcscious body which was then being dragged away by two Wither Skeletons before then proceeding to toss the reward bag towards her comrade who immediately caught it.

"Always a pleasure doing business with you." Ben said soon after he weighed the bag, making sure that the right amount was given to him before proceeding to make his way out. With a smile on her face, Mena then turned her attention back towards some unattended business and made her way towards the now awake catch who had a face full of fear upon getting a full look at the Nether leader.