I just realized that I've been gone for almost two months xD
Sorry for keeping you guys waiting. Me and my friends just started building an adventure map (long story), and I discovered Roblox Pokémon Brick Bronze. I might have or have not been putting off writing this story in the few weeks that I'm gone…?
Anyhow, I'm back on , ready to write more! And of course I would work on making this story better! ;)
Note: [This chapter, along with till the next one and a half chapters, are prewritten. The story might not get better till the second half of Chapter 9, or possibly Chapter 10.]
"I still think we should go around the mountain," Jerome pouted. "This place doesn't feel right,"
It's been a day since we camp in the dark oak forest. We are now in a mesa mountain range, which seem to be rare in this world. Jerome and Rex had a quarrel earlier at the lip of the valley where the former said that we should go around because this place doesn't feel safe while the latter wants to go through the mountains because it is faster. Most of us agreed with Rex, and we are in.
"You're just feeling jumpy," Mitch patted him on his back. "You've been like this since you came back from the hunt. It's okay,"
According to Lachlan, Jerome was startled by a random skeleton, though it didn't shoot them, strangely. Since then, Jerome seemed to become more alert, or according to the others, have a jumpy nerve. Even a blade of grass makes him draw his sword.
"The others are just me," Jerome answered. "This one is real; I can feel something bad ahead,"
I'm not sure what he meant, but I seem to have a feeling that going forward is a bad idea. The others just waved Jerome off. Didn't they feel it?
"Jerome," I shifted closer to him. "What exactly did you feel?"
"Oh, now you believe me now?" He raised an eyebrow at me. Dude, I didn't say anything!
I repeated my question and he scrunched up his face a little. "I'm not sure… I know it's gonna be dangerous and someone's gonna get hurt, but I don't know what the danger is and who's gonna get hurt. I just have this feeling,"
"Same," I glanced at the others walking ahead. "Not like yours, though. I just feel like we shouldn't be here,"
The valley opened up to a very wide area with two other valleys branching off. Bits of bones dotted the land, while the rest of the place is covered by a thin layer of white dust and bits of red. On close inspection, I realized that the red are flesh and blood. That means the white powder is…
"Something bad has happened here," I covered my mouth, doing my best not to throw up. "Coming in here is a mistake,"
No one heard me, as usual. They are busy pouring over the map, deciding the way out of the mountains. "I think we should go left," Rex said after a while of looking at the map.
"No, we should go right," Zek said. The two started arguing, then people started voting. It wasn't like this before.
"Is it the stress?"
Jerome stared at me quizzically, and I realized I said it aloud. I would've explained it, but something else caught my attention. The ground is shaking, like huge footsteps. My instinct told me that there are three beings coming towards us, though I have no idea how I know that. The vibration grew stronger, and soon the others felt it too.
"What's that?" Bodil asked, looking around. "Is that an earthquake?"
"No," I said plainly. "And it's too late to run now,"
As if on cue, three purple-black gigantic creatures appeared on the three separate paths. The paths were winding around the mountains, so it'd be too late to see them coming. The creatures stalked towards us, their tails knocking down tons of stone and leave holes in the ground. No wonder the ground and mountainside looks like a thousand creepers had exploded it.
"Mobzillas," Lachlan gasped. "Those are the hardest to kill, and there are three right now. Shit,"
I would have been surprised to hear him say the S word, but now is not the time. "We have to kill them, don't we? Or do we distract them?"
"Let's try the distracting part," James unsheathed his sword. We took out our weapons as well and waited as the Mobzillas trudged into the clearing, which is big enough to hold maybe 10 Mobzillas. I hope there won't be ten Mobzillas coming at us, though.
Information flashed before my eyes. The Mobzilla has 4000 health, and it regenerates very fast. It can summon lightning bolts (that reminds me of the Herobrine), exploding fireballs, and has two weaknesses: its feet and its head, both which are hard to reach. There are more, but I decided to cut them off. We are much too weak to defeat these things.
"Which way should we be going?" I asked. Everyone pointed at the path on the right. Now we have to clear the way to get us out of here.
"You guys run. I'll catch up," I turned my battle axe so the blade caught the light. They'll need someone to distract these incredibly large monsters that we have no chance in winning, and that is my job.
"How are you going to distract three monsters at once?" Deadlox asked. "One step in your way and you're dead!"
"Trust me, I know what I'm doing," Well, it's more of a kind of, as there are images flashing across my eyes. "Now, get going before the Mobzillas decided to get you guys instead,"
I shone the light in one of their eyes, and it reeled back. The others made a dash for the valley as I dodged the stomp of another Mobzilla. My mind told me that fighting these things is easy, but I can't see how. One wrong move and I would be a bloody pancake, and I don't want to end up like that.
I saw them stopped right at the mouth of the valley, staring up like there is something there. "What are you waiting for, get going!" I yelled. They needed a head start. I know that.
"We can't!" Ian answered in that familiar panicky voice. "There is something blocking us here!"
I dodged another pancake stomp. "Then I guess we'll have to fight. The heads and feet are the weak points in their armor. Go!"
They didn't even need to be told twice. It's a wonder I have them at my command without those training I've read about in books. They split up into exactly three groups, with two manifested hybrids in each team. It's awesome.
I joined the team facing the bigger Mobzilla, as it looked like that team needed more help than the other teams. Rob and Mass flew towards its head, avoiding its thrashing claws, and hacked at its skull. I'm not sure if it's my imagination, but Mass seemed to have the fiery mirage around him, like James' sword.
Jason learned at some point that he could shoot wither skulls, and that's what he did. The Mobzilla he's facing howled in pain, toppling over but did not lose its balance completely. It also seems to have a dozen crystal-like spears embedded in its skull, like it is having a brain freeze.
You guys must be questioning how I'd seen everything while in combat. The truth is that I'm not sure either. It's like my brain extended, absorbing every movement in the warzone and converting them into images.
Something flew across the clearing, and I turned just in time to see Meta hit the mountainside. Hard. He spit out blood before his body slumped, still on the ground.