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Chapter 9

It was odd being hugged by Herobrine.

He was something from before the update. By hugging him, she could see how small she now was. He had only been a couple of inches taller than her prior to this summoning. Now the top of her head just barely reached his chin.

Without warning, the door burst open.

The man who she had desperately tried to outrun in the village was standing in the doorway, eyes oddly focused on Herobrine rather than her. "Hello," he greeted her. She tried to stop herself from trembling; showing her fear was also showing how weak she was. "My name is Raptor. Like you, I am a magician. I've taken a particular interest in your demon, you see, and I want you to hand it over to me."

She took a protective step in front of Herobrine. "Hi, Raptor. I'm..." She thought for several seconds. She obviously couldn't say May – this man was an enemy magician and she knew her name no longer matched with her gender. The only thing she had to go off of was her username, DemonicAlchemist. "Mist. And," Here she cracked her fists in what she hoped was a threatening way. "there's no way in the Underworld that I'm letting you take Herobrine."

She walked over to Raptor. "By the way, Herobrine is a spirit, not a demon, and isn't an it. He's a he." Crossing her arms, she glared up at him. She had never been so terrified of someone. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop Raptor from trying to take Herobrine. He was just too big, and the only parts of him that weren't guarded by armor where his very creepy and eerie eyes.

Someone quietly cleared their throat behind Raptor.

"It wasn't a request," Raptor slowly said, accenting each syllable.

The person cleared their throat even louder than before.

"I will resort to force if you don't hand Herobrine over, and don't you dare try dismissing him. Dismiss him and you will face the same consequences."

Whoever was behind Raptor was no longer clearing their throat; they had resorted to coughing rather loudly in an attempt to stop Raptor from ignoring them. With a groan, the magician briefly stepped aside to let them enter. May found herself looking at the djinni she had run into while buying supplies. I think Raptor called him Bartimaeus.

She desperately searched the room for some sort of escape. The only exit was blocked by Raptor, and she knew she would be unable to win in a fight against him. Giving up Herobrine wasn't an option. Her gaze finally settled on her bow and arrows.

"I need to discuss this with Herobrine," she said, trying to sound as distraught as she had felt moments prior. It seemed to at least convince her friend. He was biting his lip and nervously glancing around.

She walked over to him. Lowering her voice, she informed him, "I have a plan to get us out of here." He masked his surprise at her statement with what sounded like a gasp of horror. "When I say we surrender, I need you to run over to my bow and arrows. Take them, and poke Raptor in the eye with the tip of one of the arrows."

"What about Bartimaeus?" he asked, quickly looking over her shoulder.

She hadn't thought about what to do with the djinni.

Both of them were quiet for a minute.

Raptor cleared his throat and pointed at a nonexistent watch on his wrist.

"You can grab a part of your iron armor and throw it at Bartimaeus," her friend suggested. She glanced at the armor on the floor. For once in her life, she was grateful for how unorganized she was; if she had put the armor back on the armor stand, Herobrine's plan would be useless. "Then both Raptor and Bartimaeus will have moved away from the door, especially if the armor falls in the doorway."

"But what about you?"

He gave her a sad smile. Her heart skipped a beat; what was he thinking of doing? When he finally gave an answer, she realized that the smile was just an act to convince to Raptor and Bartimaeus that they were discussing their surrender. "I'll be alright," he said, his voice no longer a whisper.

The two broke apart.

"We wouldn't be able to beat you and Bartimaeus," she slowly began. She put as much emotion as she could into the words she spoke. If they couldn't pull this off, they would be forced to comply with the enemy magician's demands. She looked over her shoulder at Herobrine. The sad smile remained on his lips. "Are you sure you're alright with this?"

He nodded. "It's a sacrifice worth making if it means saving your life."

Her gaze returned to Raptor. "Then I guess this means we're surrendering."

Before the magician had a chance to react to what she said, she made a dash for her armor and knapsack. She slung the knapsack over one shoulder and grabbed one of the iron boots. Not far away, Herobrine made a dive for the quiver of arrows and bow. He pulled out one of the arrows and wielded it like it was a spear.

She chucked the armor at Bartimaeus' face and Herobrine drove the arrow's tip into Raptor's eye.

Raptor screamed, his spirit giving a short but loud cry of pain from beside him. Bartimaeus took a startled step away from the iron boot that had fallen into the doorway. Herobrine and May bolted for the exit. Herobrine jumped over the iron boot – wincing – as he followed her through the doorway.

Neither the enemy spirit or magician tried to stop the two, each too preoccupied with the pain the friends had dealt on them.