Cold White Eyes
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The man felt his bare feet hit the snow, the pain from the icy cold was searing up his legs, but he didn't care, he had bigger problems to deal with.
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The man fell dazed to the ground upon impacting the tree. However, he ignored the pain and bruises and swiftly got up, running blindly ahead at an ever increasing pace through the scarcely moonlit forest.
Suddenly, searing hot pain shot up his left arm. Looking towards it, he saw an arrow with a red feather lodged in it. Then another arrow struck him, this time in the back, the man screamed in agony and fell to his hands and knees, desperately crawling forward, his eyes blinded by dark spots and tears.
He felt a hand on his back, as he was lifted clean off the ground and thrown into another tree. The man felt the arrow push even further into his back and spine, causing him to let out a yell.
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The man looked up at the sound, observing a cloaked man pull out a diamond sword. Flanking this man on either side were two purple cloaked archers, presumably the ones who shot him. The man with the sword pulled off his cloak hood, revealing his face. The man whimpered, where two eyes should have been, were two bright white orbs in the eye sockets. This was Herobrine.
"Do you know who I am, you scum?" The man whimpered once more and nodded. "Good, you're fate will be a merciful one." The man looked up in hope, which was quickly replaced by fear, as Herobrine advanced upon him with the sword. "You were a slippery one, you heathen, even my best agents couldn't eliminate you, so I had to do it myself, but now, I have you, and give a prayer to your 'god' Notch, right now you miserable little wretch, for it shall be the last time you ever utter his name."
Despite his state, the man got up in defiance, unsheathing his iron sword. Herobrine chuckled, "You think to fight me? Very well, at least now, the Order of Notch will have been fully eliminated." "You're wrong," the man spat back, "A child has been raised in our ways, and he is beyond your reach, and one day, he will rise up and strike you down!" After finishing his sentence, the man threw a small dagger at each of the figures accompanying Herobrine, they both fell to the ground instantly, dead. "Fight me in honorable combat Herobrine, for I, Steve, a Holy Vigilant of the Order of Notch, refuse to fight you any other way!" Herobrine's eyes narrowed. "Very well, then let us fight."
Their swords clashed, and thrusts, parries, and blocks were made by both sides, though neither managed to make a hit on the other, however, Steve was having trouble holding his own, as he could barely stand from the arrow shots. Eventually, Steve managed to land a cut on Herobrines' shoulder. The bolstered confidence Steve was feeling from this quickly vanished as Herobrine grabbed his right arm, the one holding the sword, and ripped it clean off. Steve screamed in agony and clutched his arms socket with his wounded left arm. Herobrine grabbed him by his hair and lifted him up off of the ground. He grinned. The last thing Steve saw before Herobrine impaled him through the stomach with his sword and threw his slowly bleeding body to the ground were those Cold White Eyes...