Sorry for the wait, but my internet was out. I hope you enjoy, as always REVIEW, since you are here you clearly read the rest of the story.

A few things, first the M rating as of this chapter, will begin to take effect (other than the excessive and unnecessary swearing in the first chapters, which may be removed later.) so those with more sensitive morals, may want to quit reading ow. no really, before you get too absorbed in the story, turn off the computer, leave the room, and go on a walk to forget it. Of course im not doing a lemon. Well, maybe something like it WAY later on, but dont count on it, i have never, nor do i plan to, write one, so don't ask.

Also, notice anything strange about this chapter?

Another also, my story isn't linear if you haven't noticed, i tend to jump around with it, different view points going forward or backward in the story compared to Forge.

Remember, everyone here in the story, except for the two knights talking to Forge, (spoiler) think they are doing the right thing. no true good or true evil exists here. and if your character hasn't shown up yet, dont despair, it is becuase I actually ahve something planned for it, which makes it important to the story line.

If the story seems a bt slow paced to you, sorry, but say something and i will speed up the pace, at the expense of seeing the veiw's of other people in it that isn't Forge, Sandra, or completely essential to the survival of the plot.

~Kuro~

Using what one would call spider sense, she easily followed her friend's flowery natural perfume. But from the mix of the smells as she continued, she could tell that she was following someone too. "June, what have you gotten yourself into this time?" She quickly sped up, and followed the trail through a series of twists and turns, passing by two more groups of defeated skeletons.

She gripped her spear with white knuckles and got ready to strike. She was never the bravest soldier in the guard for the trading post, and here she was expected to track down the biggest loose cannon in the whole barracks.

"Come out come out where ever you are." She muttered as she followed the smell further still. The hall way felt unbearably cold now, like the kind of unnatural cold you feel in a haunted house. Rubbing her arms, she turned another corner. "This can't be good." She thought that talking to one's self was the first sign of madness. She usually talked whether or not poeple were in the room. You could say that people's presence around her was her net to save herself from the drop into insanity that all mobs faced eventually.

Another corner. This one had a hole in its side.

"Oh bugger… please tell me that's not where she went." She ran over to it, and sure enough her smell was all over it; another pair of, much stronger smells, that didn't really smell, expect just, cold.

She heard light foot steps behind her. A head of dark red, nearly brown hair poked around the wall with an iron long sword poking out next to it. It was glowing a dark blue.

"Evans! What are you doing back here?" as she said this, she quickly put her sword away into the void. IT was rude to talk to friends with your weapon at the ready.

Kuro poked her spear at the hole in the wall, which was now a stair case leading upwards. "I am supposed to bring June back, but if she doesn't want to come back, look after her instead."

Beatrice nodded, and smoothed out her blue either armor. It was wrinkling a little from the run she did to get here before Forge got too far. "Well we may be on the same mission then, June would be chasing after the challenger, and I am supposed to go with him and make sure he has a choice in whom he allies himself with."

Kuro looked up the hole. She could see the stars from it. "Well we better go out there; we don't want to lose them do we?"

Beatrice gestured to it and said" You're the tracker, you should go first."

"Oh joy…" She quickly took a few steps upwards, not entirely sure what would await her.

Beatrice, after a minute of climbing said. "I'm so tired…. How late is it?"

Kuro only had to glance at the positions of the stars to see. "Still a long time before dawn."

Beatrice sighed. "The human reinforcements are going to come a bit too late to help us out, but…" she looked back up, to where ever Forge might be out side. "Maybe that's a good thing."

Kuro couldn't agree more, she wanted to be as far away as possible from the humans. She heard tales about their 'legendary soldiers' and what they did to mob and challenger girls. It was a good thing they made a point to arrive at dawn for every fight they got in.

As they made it to the top of the stair case. They stepped out, behind Forge, he was standing in front of a snow girl, and she was crouching behind a big black box, it looked almost like a coffin. Forge's hands were turning an Icy blue, and he gripped the axe strapped to the back of his belt. The Knights couldn't see it. This could not end well. The knights never came at night unless they fought other humans, and they were prepared to fight.

~Zain~

He kept his pistols ready. Jerry readied his bat for a homerun. Janice pulled out a pair of black daggers. He could hear the clacking of a skeleton. This was good, not all of them had been taken out yet.

The good feeling was quickly replaced with dead as the sound of fighting, and breaking bones filled the corridor. "Well, lets get ready." He quickly crouched down, and pointed his weapons down the hall way. "Safety is off."

The other two didn't talk. They were, even if they didn't want to admit it, afraid of the coming warriors. "Remember, we only have to hold this passage alone until the caravan gets here, and it should get here in." he checked the sky. "Have we really been in here that long? Half an hour."

The sounds of clanking armor grew closer. Humans were warlike creatures. He did not by any means plan on wiping them off the face of the earth like so many did, but he wanted to put the arrogant leaders and armies into place, and save the world from their gouging claws into the depths of the planet, tearing it apart only to build enormous, unnecessary structures for their own enjoyment. They weren't all evil; he knew that all too well. But they had to be stopped before there was nothing left of the world.

~Yahiko~

Death bringer at is right, Boo shadows at his left. The three charge down the hall way. The thought of a strategic approach was gone. Time was of the essence, it took longer than expected to gather the troops. Besides, somewhere inside the building were the founders and they had to stop the mobs from getting to them?

Death bringer, lighting the way with his sword, shouted out. "Come on men, nothing will stop us! We are the mightiest fighting force in fifty kilometers! No mob will stand in your way!" The soldiers shouted with agreement and approval at his quick speech.

Yahiko smiled. It was always good to have an upbeat warrior in second command; they always gave the inspiring battle speech. Boo whispered in Yahiko's ear. "Do you really think this will work?"

"Only action shall tell us if we have made the right decision." Calm words shrouded the calamity that were his feelings about this. Even if they were right and the force was small, they had no pick axes with them, and would have to fight through whatever last stand was there. By the time they managed that, even if they did it in time, the main force would be there.

He was, not just by his own opinion, the greatest swordsman in the realm. In the hell realm at least, and there were many, many, many swordsmen there. The zombie pig men, who fought in group's verses single opponents, whose strength was only matched by their lack of cognitive ability. They weren't stupid, but they weren't clever either. There was also a large amount of withers, and the occasional blaze that fancied itself as a swordsman. Not many blazes chose to be sword wielders, most were archers, brewers or were smiths.

As he looked to his left and right, the blaze and magma cube that followed him into battle, both of them leading a small group of specially trained forces, he muttered. "And the brothers of hell carved their names into history, with a path of destruction." Of course he didn't plan on wreaking random havoc, but he was not going to take this sitting down. He was the most brilliant tactician he had ever met, and with an army like this, if he got out of this, would bring the mob and human kingdom's to their knees, and then help them back up to conquer the wilds as one nation. Or perhaps a collection of city-states... The prejudice the two grouped often felt for each other were dissolved in the presence of challengers usually. Hopefully he could make the world a better place.

~The Knights~

They got the message only hours before. The twenty warriors of the kingdom were all located in one spot to witness a tournament. IT was cut short with news of the attack.

Caleb, the greatest of the knights leaned back in his seat. "Cant we got a week with out an apocalypse level event happening?" Caleb was a brown haired and eyed, large, and in general, protective large warrior. Wielding an enormous shield that most couldn't lift with two hands, with one and still could run down an open field at a full sprint. He carried no other weapon than the shield; he was a Juggernaut, all of his diamond armor and shield enchanted to make him practically immortal.

The answer was obviously no, because to save time, they traveled by mine cart through the nether train. It was eight times faster then any travel made in the over world. As they traveled, the knights talked about how horrible the mobs were in general

"Those things were once human yes, but now they only crave our destruction!"

"Agreed, they serve as nothing but the end of many lives, I often wonder why Notch, in his wisdom put them upon the endless Plaines of the world."

Caleb, despite being the greatest of the knights was not the leader. Just as how in police forces, the best officer is a field agent and not the commander, the same was true of the knights. The leader was Abram. He spoke up now. "Quiet, we should focus and prepare for the upcoming battle; no doubt it will take all our skill to rescue the settlement from mob occupation."

That effectively shut everyone up until the end of the mine cart ride though hell.

When they stepped off the stopped mine carts and into the portal, they found their horses in full diamond waiting on the other side. They sent them ahead for the quires to ready them. It took a lot of time.

Caleb looked out side as the others readied to ride. "It's still dark out."

Abram looked out as well, his features, as always covered up by the armor. "Indeed." He hefted his great sword and sighed. "It will be too long to wait for dawn now, we will ride immediately, the horses are ready for battle and the men are prepared." With that he turns back and mounted his own horse. All of the horses bred for battle, they were large and unstoppable chargers.

"We ride!" he pointed his sword off in the distance to the glowing beam in the sky, which was no doubt at this point, being a newly reveled pyramid, attracting all sorts of mobs, but mundane zombies, to perhaps a ferocious naga. There was always some strange beast roaming the lands at night near the borders of the human territory.

~Seth~

Cynthia was hard too keep up with. She wasn't as strong as him, but she had far more practice and knew just the places to go that could propel her farther. "Slow down! I'm still a Reborn!"

She laughed, and with a wink grabbed his hand to pull him along her own teleports. "Wouldn't want you to get lost now would we?" Seth wasn't used to teleporting. It felt like it turned you inside out, and you could just blink to find yourself in a place you were very far away from not a millisecond ago. IT was even more confusing when someone else brought you into a teleport. Everything went black for what seemed to be an eternity. But seemed to end in an instant.

Each one took his breath away before he could tell her to stop. Now he knew that she was strong enough to bring her with him the whole time, but it was a journey that would probably kill a human. With her speed they quickly arrived at the trading post.

It was madness. Two-no… three armies were locked in fierce combat. Archers were dug into trenches of dirt of cobble stone coverings, with slabs for tiny windows of fire. Hastily built structures were everywhere.

The armies were ass follows. A tight packed group of twenty knights, with a large number of, what Seth assumed, were the Squires. Helpers to the knights, often the main ground force to assist the Calvary. These horsemen dominated the battle field, trampling infantry under foot, but one army, one filled with both humans and mobs, built a series of pillars one block apart each two blocks high to protect from charges. From there the spear men fought against the squires, while potions were tossed over the front lines, both to heal friends and to blow apart the enemy ranks of both the mob and human armies. The mob army, was far less organized, obviously having just arrived, and despite their strength and numbers advantage, were still evenly matched against the three armies.

Seth frowned. Clearly this wasn't all of their intentions to fight each other, but what had gone wrong?

Cynthia had an idea. "Maybe the knights attacked mob soldiers from the outpost, and the out post started attacking them as well, and the mob army had a similar situation with them." So far it seemed focused around the army in the columns, they had medium numbers, but unskilled, compared to the knights and mobs, soldiers. There were a few who the soldiers rallied around though, that tore up the battle field wherever they went. Seth focused on them.

"One of the warriors down there must be the challenger I died to keep away from the horde."

Cynthia winced at the memory. "Lets not talk about that." She shivered as she remembered how he died. It looked very painful.

Seth grinned, and pulled out his diamond blades, which now were tainted with black streaks. "Don't sorry, that won't ever happen again." He quickly wrapped the robes around him, covering his face and boy from any weaknesses the mobs or humans would exploit. Enders, despite great physical strength and magical prowess, were cursed against the elements Fire burned them, and the water that would put it out weakened them to the point of a coma. Light pretty much, despite all logical sense, triggered a primal fear in the brain, making Enders flee, whether or not the light would burn them.

He let go of his eternal friend's hand, and quickly gripped his second sword. "And the fight grows ever more out of control." With that, he disappeared into the fray.

~Boo Shadows~

He followed Yahiko closely, and behind him, his special squad, a coalition of brew masters archers, and explosives experts. No swordsmen though, and no one armed with even a pointy stick. But that was what Death's skirmishers, and Yahiko's personally trained swordsmen. There were several other combat groups joining as they moved closer to the entrance.

But that was several minutes ago as of now. They were at the entrance, and it looked like eight skeletons wielding bows, a slime with a bat, one wither girl with a knife, and an angel with a pair of lethal looking six shot hand cannons.

They found out the hard way as Yahiko motioned for them to stop to check what as on the other side, one poor soul didn't pay attention and had an arrow storm sent into him. The angel saved its ammo.

"Ideas?" Death Bringer asked after he took a quick look, barely half a second, not enough time for them to react, aim, and fire at his head. At least no accurately, three of them let loose arrows, but they broke harmlessly against the walls.

Yahiko quickly considered the options. "Does any one have a pick?" He looked between his soldiers. He sighed and shook his head "Of course not, you people were the warriors, not the miners." The miners, farmers, wood cutters, all stayed behind in different rooms, with red stone traps for idiots that decided it was safe to walk through the front door.

"Does any one have a full body shield?"

One warrior pushed his way through the crowd. He was a golem, stood a head taller than most of the people in the room, had an iron shield that went from his toes, to almost past his head. It was lucky they made the ceiling double height. He also had a hammer. For him, large enough to be a tool. For others, it would look like a deadly weapon.

"I volunteer sir." He sounded like he gargled gravel with every word. Most 'iron giants' did. "I will raise my shield to protect my comrades, but" he said nodding in the direction of the enemy. "There are too many to fight alone."

Yahiko nodded and said "I will assist you." He turned to Boo. "I need a few potions; you are the expert, suggestions?

Boo thought for a second. "Speed?"

Yahiko considered it, but shook his head no. "Your speed potions did not work well for the last guy to use them under ground."

Boo scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment about that one. "Well he is okay now."

"Yes, but it took three miners hours to pick him out of the stone with out killing him with the picks."

Boo sighed. "Strength then?"

Yahiko nodded. "That would help, perhaps a regeneration potion to go with it, strength potions tend to… well you know that all too well."

They go berserk on their enemies, not caring for safety. Boo nodded. "Okay, those potions should work well together, But." Pulling out a potion that was colored like milk. "Cat like reflexes would probably help."

~Janice~

She nervously started flipping the dagger end over end. This was going to end very badly. From how many voices and breathes there were, if they were anything o go by, showed there would be more of them than of their arrows. And they had wasted two and a half volleys of them.

If they could jut hold tem back a bit longer, they main force could arrive and push them to surrender, at the moment, Zain wasn't in a position to negotiate, if he left the defensive barrier they would swarm and attack, if he tried to negotiate for a truce to join against the kingdoms, they wouldn't listen to that either. Unless they had strength behind their words, they wouldn't listen.

All they had to do was "Fire!" Janice looked up form her knife, startled. A giant wall of metal was shooting down the hallway.

Ka-crack! Zain fired his pistol. A concentrated bolt of lighting sped out, and hit the shield, spreading across it. If the shield hadn't dissipated some of the shock the golem might have died. There was someone else behind the wall of metal.

A black hoodie almost covered the red heads hair, almost disguised the pale skin and eyes that could only be called grey. He was kind of cute Janice mused. But he was still the enemy, and she had someone back in the nether to go to, if he hadn't lost it yet.

He stood, with a black, inwardly curved katana, sharp edge on the inside. An odd design, but it may prove effective in his hands.

Jerry took a step forward. "Take him out; he will fall like the rest!"

Zain shot a look at jerry as the archers fired. It never worked in ones favor, unless you were trying to make the enemy lose their temper, to insult them. The wither grinned, an expression that could be considered malicious when on the receiving end. The arrows all just seemed to… miss. That couldn't be right.

Zain shifted beside her, catching her eye. "So I see, you have skill with the blade."

Janice took a closer look at the recent arrow volley. Half of the arrows were in two.

Zain took aim. "Sorry, but I cannot allow you to leave." He fired. The katana found itself in the path of the bolt of electricity. If he paid any attention in any sort of physics, or even rudimentary science he would know that- "Sorry." He said as the bolt hit the blade. "But cursed bone doesn't conduct electricity as well as you would like it to."

He held a collection of potions in his free hand, showing them off to Zain. "Check mate."

"Fire." Jerry yelled again, Even as he ran forward to intercept the fighter.

"Pull back!" Zain shouted at jerry. Luckily he listened. The wither was preoccupied with a flurry of arrows. The skeletons didn't stop shooting this time, effectively stopping his advance, but still no arrow found its mark. IF he were attacked form more than one side it may have been another story, but he could see every blow before it landed. There was no killing him like this. Janice wasn't sure if she would want to kill him any way. He would be a brilliant soldier, and from the calculating look in his eye, a tactician on par with Zain. Plus Janice like his style, it was bold, and definitely new, and not just his fighting style. Zain told everyone to leave, any moment now reinforcements would arrive. But they could not stop the advance of Wither blades-men with the simultaneous effects of three physically enhancing potions.

Once they got out side, he took her arm, and then jerry's leg (he had been dragged out of the entrance way), and flew up to the roof of the building near the entrance. He went back for the skeletons, which were much lighter, despite their human appearance, weighed only as much as a human skeleton. He carried four at a time, quickly there and back. He always tried to keep what men and women he had.

He looked down again. There were a huge amount of soldiers pouring out now, but even as they came out orders were being shouted out by the wither. "Go back and gather the others we need trenches dug out. "To another "start building up archer towers for Boo's special forces, hey you there! I need explosive traps set under the dirt and grass here, remote triggers please."

They knew all too well that an attack was coming. Janice sighed and brushed the hair out of her eyes. She took off her wool PJ's before they went to hold the fort. Now dressed only in the metal plates covering very little. Jerry and some of the guy skeletons, with nothing else to do turned to look at her. She raised her knife threateningly. "Find something better to do."

They looked away, but one said. "Well do you have any suggestions?"

Jerry, being jerry pulled out a deck of cards. "Go fish any one?"

~Abram~

They rose over the hill. Ready for battle. What they found was a small group of skeletons, a slime, and an angel trapped on a roof, and the denizens of the trading post hastily building defenses, both against Calvary with the one by one pillars and tunnels two by two, but had low bridges that would knock their riders off, bunkers and towers for archers, trenches to prevent all out charges, and one by one trenches for soldiers out in the field to avoid Calvary charges. They were ready to face an army. But they weren't ready to face the knights.

Abram glared at the trading post, like it personally offended him. It probably did at some point in its life with out it knowing, he was a very temperamental man. "These people are our enemies." He said pointing his sword at them. "Their leaders called for help, perhaps they were not a part of the conspiracy, but these people, have housed cursed Challengers, and worse, rebels." He said, growling at the word. "I could care less about the fact they harbor mobs. If it helps them sleep better at night them so be it. But, the king has ordered, that Challengers be removed from his lands, and this is now land of the Templers." Caleb shook his head in disappointment. But said nothing. It was not his place to question the will of the king.

"Send a squire as a messenger, tell them to surrender their military leaders, and that all challengers must submit themselves to the arena, and all rebels against us be brought in as well." The message was passed pack, and one of the twenty quires, one for each knight, ran down alone to send the message.

Abram nodded in satisfaction. Either it would be a nice clean mop up against the challengers and rebels, because while all the others surrendered they would stand and fight, or they would fight and lose terribly to the might of the knight. No mobish magic would affect his knights.

"Sir, look there!" one knight shouted, pointing out a pair climbing out of a hole in the ground. The pair was out of view from the main group of soldiers readying to fight the mobs due to a natural formation. A hill. They looked like they intended to keep it that way and split into the jungle.

Abram pointed to a pair of knights. "Go down there; those could be the conspirators we are looking for. Abram paid them little attention, but if he did, he would have seen the dark smile they gave each other as they saw the girl.

~Forge~

Finally. Forge stepped into freedom. The outside air was refreshing in contrast to the stale under ground filled with other people's air. He quickly looked around as Ariel came up behind him. "We should probably go." She had put the crossbow away a while ago into its case, and now she just stared over the hill. "They are coming you know."

Forge put the axe into a strap on his belt; he was done with it for now. "Who is coming?" he asked disinterestedly.

Ariel shuddered "Everything."

Forge frowned, and looked into the distance. He could see a pair of riders in full armor coming towards them. "Are they the 'everything' you mentioned?" he laughed it off and said "They are probably just here to stop the attack." He was trying to convince himself as much as her. Forge looked past them. And saw the army, and a lone foot soldier running to the base. That only happened when a hostile force was trying to get surrender. That was bad.
They could try to run, but that would only prompt the knights to charge. "Get your cross bow ready." Ariel shook her head. There was no way to win against the knights; challengers especially had no hope against them. They were made to kill them after all.

Forge gave her a look of desperation, if she gave up now who knows what would happen. He sighed, and dropped his hand off the handle of his axe. "Okay, lets try to be diplomatic about this."

The knights arrived quickly; both had metal face masks protecting their face from attack. The bow wouldn't have done anything against the diamond armor any ways. The knights stepped off their horses, both had a shield, and a sword at their side in a holster. It looked like it could be grabbed quickly.

"Hold there!" One of the knights got off the horse, while another pulled some pieces of metal out of his saddle bag and started assembling… something. "We have orders that no one leaves until identified!"

Forge simply said "Well you see, that's a bit of a problem with me I have to get to the capitol with very important information." If nothing else, in every choice video game he played, be it a programmed script that changes with your actions, or talking to real players online, this tactic always worked rather well. Bull shit your way to victory.

"Information? An informant eh? Well I know one thing, informants work alone so who is this girl?" he said pointing at her.

"She is my personal snow golem, a servant I made in case someone found me in my attempt to escape." Not a total lie.

As this was happening, Ariel became a bit impressed. This was actually kind of clever.

"Well then, would you mind relaying the information?"

There was a shout in the distance, and a scream of pain. It didn't matter right now, but in mere moments, after this confrontation was over it most definitely would.

"Sorry, Orders to report directly to the general." He really hoped a general commanded the military.

"Well, how about this, I take you to Abram, and you talk with him about your posting here. If your story checks out you get a free pass."

H could hear the release of an arrow. It was faint but it was there. Forge glance up, and caught sight of an arrow sailing towards the Knight's positions. A note was tied to it.

"Really, I don't have time to wait for an interrogation; a whole other army will arrive soon." He was grasping at straws now, he refused to let another person control him here, and his story obviously wouldn't check out, but by the way the knight was talking, it sounded like they had at least one spy placed in the area.

"Fine then, if you are truly an informant, what is the code?"

One knight went to read the code, and shouted back something angry sounding to the group.

Damn. Before Forge could respond, the knight on the horse finished constructing something. "Finished."

He threw the crystalline ornate object into the air, and a pulse of golden light spread out from a nether star in the middle. It passed through the knights with no obvious effects other than a white glow around them. Once it reached him, it painted him red. The knight was probably grinning behind his mask, you could almost see it. "Okay, now I know for sure, but tell you what, let's go back to my previous offer. Give me the girl, and you go free."

The knights drew their swords, and he could hear more blocks being placed, and more weapons being drawn, more dirt being dug out.

This was very wrong. The knight was obviously not asking for a prisoner. "What are you going to do with her?" As he asked this, the red shade around him deepened and pulsed.

The knights spread out, and a group of footmen, highly armored and wielding large shields advanced in a turtle formation.

"What every guy ever does with a pretty girl away from prying eyes."

"No."

The air seemed to thicken as he said it. "Then we will kill you, and the girl will be ours any ways. The knight shifted his gaze behind Forge. "Or you could leave, and let us take one of them." He pointed at the darkly dressed pair standing at the entrance to the stair way. They followed him. But wasn't there a few more?

Forge looked back to the knight, as the knight shifted his gaze again, this time to the right. "You aren't invis bitch!" His hand shot out, and wrapped around a girl's throat. No one except him seemed to notice her until then.

She was the green creeper girl locked in the cell with him before.

Forge growled, and made to pull his axe out of the belt. This was not something he would let happen.

Longest, and possibly best chapter so far. i will try to pump out more like these later on. please... review...