The room Adrien had fallen into was full of pillagers and vindicators, some of which were riding on ravagers. Basically, every type of raider was there. In that room. Witches were even there. Almost all of the mobs in the entirety of Minecraft were there.
There was a cage in the middle of the room. Inside the cage was a villager. Just a villager. A plain, simple villager. There were four zombies, mining the four sides of the cage keeping the villager safe.
"Wha?" This was the first conscious thought that flooded Adrien's mind. Adrien knew that zombies couldn't break blocks. This was… impossible!
The poor villager. The mobs would finish him off. Or her. In fact… it wasn't a villager. It was… a PLAYER! Adrien gasped. Now, more than ever (especially regarding the fact that this person was a player, thus had conscious thoughts and feelings unlike a villager) he HAD to save him. Or her. Them.
The witches were holding potions Adrien recognised as "Potion Of Death". This was a famous potion that a weird old player came up with. It had all sorts of deathly effects to it. It was a custom potion. For centuries, witches have been trying to recreate this, Until recently, some random girl sided with the witches and showed them all of the secrets to defeating players.
He knew that it was a potion of death because it was black. The liquid inside the glass bottle was black.
The witches were ready to throw.
The zombies had almost mined through the iron bars.
The pillagers held their crossbows ready.
The vindicators were holding up their axes.
There was NOTHING Adrien could do against these mobs. Fighting them wouldn't work.
There were about fifty mobs in this room.
Two players versus fifty mobs. Considering that Adrien managed to free the other player.
Impossible.
"Adrien! There are iron goIems! In every corner of the room! See! There's about twenty of them!" Plagg gasped
The solution had been right in front of his eyes.
Adrien couldn't take out a bunch of fifty mobs…
But a few iron golems could!
"PLAGG, CLAWS OUT!"
"Cataclysm!" Adrien broke the bars containing the first iron golem. The immense metal beast exploded with fury, killing one mob, throwing one, crushing, flinging, smashing, thrashing, killing every single last beast. Adrien didn't even need to release the others. They were all gone in a second. Loot lay everywhere. Adrien delicately picked them all up before detransforming and using his cataclysm again on the bard containing the player.
As soon as Adrien broke a block, the player fell to the ground.
Adrien whipped out a potion of healing he had, and used it on the player.
She opened her eyes weakly.
"A-are you alright?" Adrien smiled.
She moaned faintly.
Adrien realised that there was a chest filled with food. He brought food to her, and they both ate for a few minutes in silence.
The player got up, brushing herself off.
"Thank you. For saving me, kitty."
"Kitty? You sound awfully like ladybug."
"No, I'm not ladybug" she smiled, her soft, melodic voice echoing around the room.
"Who are you? What's your name?" Adrien asked.
"I am Katt."
"Hi, Katt"
"Hello, Adrien."
"How do you know my name?" Adrien gasped.
"Oh, I know a lot about you, Cat noir."
"Okay, that's normal that you would know my identity since I transformed in front of you a few moments ago, buuut…. A lot of people do. Like, now. And… I think I know ladybug's identity."
"You'll be one of the first to find out."
They sat in silence for a few moments.
Suddenly, something whistling through the air.
It was an arrow.
There was a skeleton.
The arrow was about to hit Adrien, but just moments away from the green-tipped arrow hitting his head, Katt jumped in the way of the arrow.
Adrien gasped.
Suddenly, Katt disappeared, her inventory spurting out around her.
Adrien glanced at the skeleton, his face red with psychopathic rage. He ran at the sleleton, killing it in a blink with his rod. His face resembled that of a provoked enderman, a furious wither.
He uttered something about killing a skeleton every time he set eyes on one, before angrily storming out of the room.