Tony held up his sword, parrying the weapons of his adversaries. He stepped back, trying to keep a defensive stance. Saber swung her sword low, while Skelli swung hugh. Tony held his sword up and jumped, dodging Saber, but taking the full force of Skelli, launching himself away. He fell on his back and, before he could get up, found himself on the business end of two swords.

Saber and Skelli sheathed their weapons and sighed. The latter helped Tony up. "It would seem your time with that harlot witch hasn't improved your swordplay."

Tony groaned at his soreness. It had been a full day since Rube sent him off to recruit the humans, having Saber and Skelli chaperone him. All the while, the two had sparred with him. Although, he noticed they were more aggressive in their attacks. 'Well, I guess I'd rather have them take their anger out on me through sparring than skewering.'

Tony dusted himself off and sheathed his sword, earning a glare from Saber. "What do think you're doing? Your form was terrible! We are going to keep sparring!"

Tony sighed. "Can't we take a break? The sparring is slowing us down. At this rate, we'll be overrun by mutants long before we reach the human settlement."

Saber was about to retort, but Skelli held a hand up. "He's right. We can't reach the settlement if we don't speed up. We're still a day away." Skelli grumbled, but conceded.

The trio walked along in silence until Skelli spoke. "So, Tony, have you decided on which of our tactics you like best?"

"Huh? You guys are still fighting about that?"

"Of course. Which one did you choose?"

"Can't I pick both? Both of your tactics have benefits- eh!?" Tony blushed madly as Skelli hugged his arm.

"Tell me, Tony, you picked my tactic, right?" Skelli said, pushing herself onto the embarrassed boy.

Saber fumed. "You harlot! You're trying to seduce him in your favor!" She pushed Skelli away from the boy. "Let him choose on his own. Although, with his lack of real experience, I doubt he could ever truly pick."

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Hey, I've been in a few battles on my own!"

"Oh really? How many of those did you participate in by yourself? And win?"

"Well… only a few, but-"

"But nothing. You aren't a seasoned warrior. You're only a human. How could ever truly survive here if you can't defend yourself?"

Tony looked down in defeat. He knew he wasn't the most capable among his allies, but this? Did they all feel this way? Skelli dusted herself off. "Ignore the blacksmith, Tony. Just because she can put some iron on a crafting table she fancies herself a warrior."

Saber felt her anger rise. "Why you!"

It was nightfall by the time they were able to see the lights of the human settlement. Skelli stopped. "We should camp here tonight. If we approach at night, they'll attack on sight."

As they laid down, Tony couldn't help but reflect on Saber's words. 'Do I really need to be a warrior to survive here? All of my victories have been due to dumb luck. Hm…' He thought about the situation well into the night as he slipped into slumber.

The next morning, the group made their way toward the human settlement. However, halfway through, Skelli and Saber stopped. "Tony, you have to go in by yourself. Explain the situation to the ruler, then we'll go in. If we approach now, they'll kill us." Saber explained.

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Wait, why would they harm a village ruler?"

"The humans have been separated from us for so long, they can no longer tell the difference between us and the mobs. I advise caution."

Tony nodded and made his way toward the settlement. As he got closer, he noticed just how huge the settlement was. It was surrounded on all sides by an extremely tall wall. In the center of the settlement, he saw a large, extravagant building.

As he neared, he heard a sudden whoosh of air as an arrow landed next to his feet. His head snapped up. The guard stood on top if the wall, rearing back another arrow.

"That's far enough. State your business, mob."

Tony held his arms up. "I-I'm not a mob. I am a human."

"Ha! This is new: a mob with a sense of humor."

"I'm not a mob! I came here to discuss the mutants!"

The guard looked to be deep in thought until another guard approached and whispered in his ear. Guard 1 nodded and sheathed his bow. "Alright, kid. Come in and we'll see if you're telling the truth."

Tony entered the gates, guards beginning to surround him on all sides. They all examined him in awe and Tony did the same. 'So these are cube humans…' All of them were made of, well, cubes!

The guards examined the boy up and down until one of them spoke. "Amazing! He really is a human!"

"But he looks like… them!"

The guards decided to lead the boy toward the citadel in the center of the settlement, where their leader resided. As they walked, Tony noticed the entire settlement was one huge village. He also noticed something strange: while most of the humans looked relatively normal, many of them were… not. Tony could swear he saw a narwhal conversing with a purple dinosaur! 'I guess "human" has a different meaning here…' He thought.

The group neared the citadel and Tony had to admit, it was amazing. It looked like it was built to defend against the strongest of creatures! As they entered, Tony couldn't help but gasp at the sight of the interior. Someone most likely spent ages building it! The guards escorted Tony all the way to a redstone elevator, where he entered with just two guards. The way up was nerve racking to the boy, who didn't know what to expect.

When they did finally make it, the room was bare except for a lone figure looking out of a large window. One of the guards stepped forward. "Milord, we have found something."

The figure stayed still before saying, "I know. Have him step forward." His voice sounded tired and wise. Tony stepped forward and the leader dismissed the guards before turning to face the boy. He was an older cube human, gray hair and facial hair. He wore a blue-ish shirt and blue pants. Unlike the guards, he had a warm smile.

"Oh my, you are interesting." He spoke, circling the boy. "You really are a human! Amazing! Do you have a name, son?"

"Ah… Tony, Your Majesty."

"Please, call me Steve."