Chapter 13: No Limits

(Narrator's PoV)

'Well, fuck me...' said George inside him, as he heard the name of the man with the sinister look and smile in front of him.

"Herobrine...Yes, I've heard things about you." He eventually replied to his visitor. "People around here say that you were searching for me ever since I was teleported in this world."

"Hm. It seems that your new friends have informed you quite well so far. Too bad, though. I wanted to have some fun playing with your sanity first." Herobrine kept on smiling and pushed himself away from the wall.

"I'd love to see you try. Besides, what kind of a generic bad guy would you be, if you weren't hiding yourself on purpose and stalking me from the shadows?" It was George's turn to smile and wait for a comeback.

"Are you attempting to make me lose my patience, young man...?"

"Oh no, why would I even think of that? I mean, I don't really want to anger big, mighty Herobrine and kill me before he has his fun, do I?"

"You're trying your luck, boy. You don't want to see my dark side, especially in an hour like this..." Herobrine's smile wore off his face and its turn was taken by a pair of shown teeth, as he came closer to the person mocking him.

"Oh please. We both know how this will go in the end of all this. The great warrior will be victorious, the source of all evil will be destroyed, yada yada. That's how those types of stories end up after all!" George continued having fun with Herobrine's anger, without moving an inch from his position.

"Oh really?... And how a dirty commoner like you knows how the future will develop?..." Herobrine stood in a distance just a punch away from George and growled, while his left eye began glowing.

"Common sense, bruh. Now if you'll excuse me, could you please leave immediately? I'm about to meet up with someone, whose importance is greater than yours." George looked away in disinterest and shook his hand like his interlocutor was a servant and not a possible threat, that could destroy the land he was standing on in an instant.

"You know what...? I'm tired of hearing you talking bullshit without expecting any consequences." Herobrine spat grabbed George by the shirt and pulled him closer. "You should better be prepared, because I will NOT HOLD BACK!!!" And with that said, he teleported both of them somewhere far away from the mansion.

It took a moment for George to realize it, but just when he did, a big wave of dark aura started surrounding his body and a demi-god charging towards him. If the aura didn't have him held still, he could have easily dodged or blocked the attack. Instead, he received a punch in the stomach, causing him to leave a gasp of pain and fly a couple of meters backwards. When he finally stopped spinning around like a ragdoll, he slowly stood up, coughed a bit of blood and raised his head to see an opponent, physically and mentally ready to destroy him in a blink of an eye.

"Nice hit! You managed to catch me off guard there." George chuckled and shouted, as he got back on his feet.

"This is what happens to people who dare to oppose me, Herobrine!" Herobrine shouted back and formed a ball of dark energy on his right hand before he rushed for another attack.

This time, George managed to teleport away from it to the left and push Herobrine away. The second one lost his balance for a bit, but recovered quickly and threw the energy ball with a 180-degree turn. The ball flew right past his foe's left cheek, burning him a bit, and created a big explosion after it hit on a tree about 300 meters away. Unfortunately for Herobrine, this burn wasn't enough to prevent George from attacking with all his might. In fact, it gave him another reason to consider using one of his powers and be done with his opponent.

"You sure are pretty agile, George!" Herobrine laughed, just when he blocked George's punch. "Most people would be already blown to pieces by that attack."

"Let's just assume that things got way too interesting to just mess around." George replied and quickly kicked him on the side, leaving an open space to strike. This gave him the perfect chance to activate Hunter's Vision and launch a series of successful punches to his enemy.

"For a demi-god or whatever you are, you sure get damaged quite easily." He said and hit Herobrine one last time, before backing off and catchng his breath.

Herobrine, on the other hand, didn't show any sigh of pain or fatigue, unlike George did through and after his attacks. Instead, he casually stretched a bit and left a laugh get out of his mouth.

"That's because I'm merely using an infinitesimal portion of my true power. Besides, would there be any fun if I just killed you immediately, you little brat?!" He grinned and charged once again towards George, unleashing a larger amount of power this time.

Both men kept on fighting, blocking, dodging and exchanging insulting words towards each other for hours and hours, until none of them was able to continue anymore. Even though George was visibly beat up quite a lot, with lines of blood coming out of his mouth and wounds, Herobrine was still in perfect shape. Just then, Herobrine thought it was the best time to finish this and teach jis opponent a lesson once and for all.

"You're still up on your feet even after you gave everything you got? I'm impressed!" He shouted and came closer to him.

"Don't even think I'm about to give up that easily." George responded and cleaned up the blood from his mouth. "As long as there's somebody behind my ass, I will do everything to face them, no matter how hard it'll be!!"

"Heh. That's cute..." The demi-god chuckled and closed his eyes.

"You know what, Herobrine? I'm tired of going on like this. How about we end this shit right now and be done with it?" George said, but got no response in return.

After some moments of silence, Herobrine opened his eyes and looked at the upcoming hero, but something had changed on him. His eyes had changed from pure white to pitch black, with purple particles coming out of them. Meanwhile, a black sword began forming in front of him, which also had purple particles coming out of it, as well as dark steam surrounding it.

'What the hell...?' George thought and stepped a bit backwards.

"This...is my true power, Chosen One! This weapon is called 'Black Warrior' and is made purely out of Dark Energy and Obsidian. Notch had created it back in the First Day, but it was too powerful for humans or even gods to use. You know why? Because it can cut through anything, even portals of space and time! That is why I stole it from him and mastered its might. With this weapon in my arsenal, I..."

"Whatever, let's just finish this fight already!!" George shouted in an annoyed manner and ran as fast as he could.

"As you wish..." Herobrine whispered with a sinister grin and charged as well.

George already knew that defeating Herobrine without a weapon would be an impossible task, so he couldn't just face him in head-to-head combat. Still, he had no other choice, or else this monster would continue unleashing his wrath to the innocent of this world. And he would probably head to destroy the others fighting against him. In other words, everyone he's met all this time would be in danger. The Assassins, Leonardo, Ezio, Arne, Andr, Riley, Ashley, all of them would end up dead by the Black Warrior... This was something that George wouldn't allow to happen even in his wildest dreams.

'Even if I'm not stronger than him in the slightest, I have to fight.' He thought.'I have to protect the ones I care about. I must prevent this from occuring. For the Order. For Arne. For Riley, For Andr. For Cupa.'

"FOR ASHLEY!!!" He ended up shouting, as he jumped in the air and left a war cry echoe around him.

By the time he was about to punch Herobrine, he felt something forming on his right arm. He turned his eyes and saw a sword similar to his foe's, but with light aura surrounding it, had appeared on his palm. It was pretty light and seemed as powerful as the Black Warrior or even more. He got suprised by the look of it, but quickly snapped out of it and looked back to Herobrine. Surprisingly, his evil gril was altered to an open mouth of fright and he was visibly shaking.

"Wh-wh-what?! H-how did you manage to..." He asked with a stutter, as he blocked George's attack and took a closer look at the sword he was holding.

"I have no idea, but if this will help me defeat you, then I shall use it 'till the very end!!!" George yelled from the top of his lungs and swung his sword sideways, receiving a shout of pain from his demi-god opponent. He had cut him on the chest, leaving him vulnerable for another attack.

Without losing time, George left a second loud war cry and began moving his arm to whatever direction he felt being the best to attack. Suddenly, a weird feeling began flowing through him. It was like he was mastering the sword to its fullest, like he was becoming one with it. Even though he was basically using it for only a couple of minutes, it felt so familiar to him, like the firearms he was using back in the U.S. Nevertheless, this odd sensation gave him enough courage to continue fighting, despite the fatigue of the previous hour-lasting battle.

Herobrine, on the other hand, was shocked from that sudden turn of events. Just when Black Warrior was about to George's blood, things ended up to be the other way around. Now he was standing with his back in the corner, almost a swing away from getting his head chopped by a "weakling". That was definitely something a demi-god of his kind wouldn't even consider occuring. He had to break the inner bonds restricting him from releasing his true potential as soon as possible, or else he would end up lying dead any second now. But in order to do that, he had fo get out of the tight situation he was at that moment.