Chapter 16
Siege of Lafor, Part 2: King of Grief
BanjoNote: Part 2 of 3! Two more chapters then sweet, sweet rest...
...wait. What about My Craft: Undercover, y'all are asking?
Good news! Whereas this story is taking a rest after writing like 16 chapters in a row, My Craft: Undercover will continue to be updated through the Hiatus. I don't know of if I said this, but the Cowardice is Key Arc is actually my favourite Arc planned for Update: Pillage, but that also means it requires the most planning.
I feel like my fight scenes require some work, but I've tried my best here. I have written some great fight scenes before, just I feel like too many characters are in this scene.
What scene?
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Read to find out!
BanjoMano does not own Minecraft. All characters in thi-
Okay, I can't make this serious. Uh... hmm.
Just read the story. I'll be here thinking.
[Alex]
Athara tackled me to the side just as a chunk of rock half the size of the hallway was hurled down the corridor. I flattened against the wall and glanced at Athara.
"I'm assuming that's not your Kat friend?" I presumed, only to get a dark look from her.
"That's Redonath, you idiot!" She snapped, nocking an arrow and pointing it down the hallway. She quickly withdrew when an earthen spike flew down the hallway.
"How is he able to do that?" I asked, gripping my cutlass tightly. "It doesn't make any sense!"
She cartwheeled to the other side of the hallway, landing crouched behind a pillar. ""He's shaping blocks and throwing them at us. He has the abilities of a Crafter, but he isn't a Crafter himself."
"Then how-"
"No one knows!" She interupted, angrily. "The point is, you're the only one who can get close. So get moving!"
"I-" I sputtered. "You want me-"
Athara glared at me, and motioned for me to 'get moving'.
Giving her a dirty look, I stepped out into the hallway and charged forward, cutlass at my side.
Almost instantly, the figure in the throne room flicked his wrist, and the floor started to crumble under me. I leaped to a large chunk of rock, vaulted towards the wall, and kicked off, landing to a rolling stop at the archway. Athara, with ease, leaped after me and whipped out her dagger.
"Redonath!" She called to the man who had his back turned to us, looking at the throne. "Turn around so I can look at you when I-"
I clamped a hand over her mouth, which she easily pushed off. Giving me a glare, she resigned to aiming her dagger.
I stepped up and pointed my cutlass at him. I heard a faint chuckle, and he turned around to look at us.
He... looked like the classic villain. Black, spiky hair, dark eyes, pale, and wore all black. Black hoodie, jeans, and leather boots. In his hand was a... head? It was of an old man, white hair and silver eyes. In his other hand was a jeweled golden helmet, with an M engraved on the front.
The crown of the King of Morvin.
Atharaer out a roar and charged at Redonath. With a wave of his hand, a chunk of rock separated from the floor and smushed Athara into the wall. I instinctively took a defensive pose, cutlass posed to attack.
Only then I realized how ruined the throne room was. It was octoganal, but the wall were so jagged and ripped that it was hard to know whether it was octoganal or a circle. The floor was littered with craters, some way larger then others.
He looked me up and down, not saying anything. Finally, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, and mused "So you're the 14th Crafter."
I sighed. "You won't believe how many times I've heard that said. Look, let's skip to the point where I send you packing."
I pointed my cutlass at his throat, which I thought was pretty bad-ass, but he shifted a foot and a massive spike jutted up and inch from my face.
I stumbled backwards, more angry then surprised. "How the hell can you -"
He waved his hand, and the ground under him broke off and floated up. "That's none of your business. My business here is done. I've killed your king, and he was dumb enough not to choose an heir. So..." He spread his arms. "Victory! Now, like you said, time I go packing. Maybe you can dig up Sara in the pile of bricks I buried her in."
"Sara?" I blinked, confused. Looking at the half-conscious Athara, I shook my head and ran straight at his floating platform, crouching down and jumping for the floating rock.
My Crafter abilities kicked in, sending me sky-high and landing neatly on the platform. Redonath sighed and raised his fists, willing rock gauntlets to encase them.
"Let's rock." He taunted, smirking.
"Oh, you're dead for that." I hissed, and we began.
[Kat_Kin]
"Whoa!" I yelped, as a guard ran up at me. "Peace! Peace!"
She slowed down right in front of me. Holding her sword ready, she asked "Who are you? Are you a Griefer?"
"No!" I answered quickly. "Well, yes, but no! I'm... an inside job?" I gave her a sly smile, hoping to disarm her.
The castle was on the other side of the city, but I had gotten waylayed by a group of Pillagers blocking my path and a couple of TNT incidents. I needed to get there, but this guard decided I looked wrong and threatened me.
I mean, just because I'm wearing red and black leather doesn't mean I'm a bad guy. I'm not even a guy!
She gave me a suspicious look, shook her head, and ran past me. I blinked in surprise, but skipped forward towards the castle, slowly turning it into a full sprint.
[Alex]
Redonath backhanded my blade away and slammed a fist into my gut. I stumbled to the side, managing to make his next fist miss. I lunged for him and swung my weapon, nicking his cheek.
Annoyed, he rolled backward and thrust a hand at me. The platform tipped to one side, sliding me backwards. I stabbed my blade into the ground, halting my fall, and swung a kick in his direction. Redonath grabbed my leg and tore me from my cutlass, throwing me off the platform. I slid backwards, slamming into the wall.
Recovering quickly, I saw my ability was quickly regenerating my hearts. Redonath grabbed my cutlass and jumped off the platform, holding my weapon aloft.
"That's mine." I growled. Redonath chuckled and retorted with "Come and get it, Crafter."
I took out the two actual weapon items in my inventory - I gave the stone tools back to Gimero on the way to the command center - an iron sword and a shield. He slammed a fist into the shield, knocking off a quarter if it's durability. I bashed him with the shield and twirled with the sword, putting as much force behind the strike as possible.
My powers kicked in, and the metal blade crackled with lightning as it bit into his leg. His body convulsed, and after a dramatic moment, I swore loudly as a lightning bolt crashed in between us, sending us stumbling backwards.
[Kat_Kin]
I slid onto the main street, where the fighting was the heaviest. Guards, Pillagers, Illagers, and a handful of Griefers fought, and Lafor was outmatched 3 to 1. At least it looked like it. My hyper mind was perceiving everythjng at once, which was giving me a headache.
Or it would, had I not mastered the technique of losing headaches.
I hopped twice on the spot, and was going to run straight towards the chaos, but another female guard slammed into me. I yelped and flipped backwards, skidding to a stop. She raised her cleaver, no questions asked, and charged me.
"Nope!" I exclaimed, knowing how deadly a cleaver was. I cartwheeled to the side, watching her run straight pass me. I took out my bow and ditched my old idea, bolting for an alleyway, empty save for a dumpster. The guard ran straight after me, as if I was the most concerning thing in the street.
Nice to be recognized, but it'd be nicer for some love instead.
Resigned, I twirled around dramatically and fired an arrow. The woman whipped out a shield and blocked the arrow, lunging at me with her cleaver.
"Whoa, whoa!" I dodged her attack with relative ease. "Chill, lady! We're on the same side!"
"The name's Rosa," She snarled. "And I can tell a lie a mile away." Flipped her blade, she swung for my legs. I jumped and drop-kicked her in the hel, no doubt shattering her nose.
I hit the stone hard, but miss Rosa got it infinitely worse. She howled in anger and pain, blood gushing from her nose. She stepped away from me, only for me to sweep my leg around. She fell backwards into the disposal bin, full of old food and water. I took out my last obsidian blocks and blocked her in.
"Sorry!" I said cheerfully but sincerely. "I had nothing else to do!"
Muffled complaints and curses echoed within the iron and obsidian. I pretended not to hear them as I broke into a full run towards the castle.
[Athara]
A crash of lightning snapped me to attention, only for me to realize I was stuck under a pile of stone bricks. I reached for my belt, but one hand was pinned down, and my other hand was in a position that couldn't reach that specific pouch. I grunted and called "Alex!?"
She rolled out of the way of Redonath's fist and gave me a pained smile. "Yes? Trying hard not to -"
She raised her shield just in time to block his other strike, splintering the wood badly. Giving me an accusing look, she kicked Redonath away and finshed "- die!"
"I just need a pickaxe!" I yelled. Alex did a quick inventory check and shook her head.
"I don't have one!"
"Who the fuck doesn't-" I swore, only to distract Alex and see her get falco-punched to the other side of the room.
She slammed into the wall with a large echoing BOOM, which must've cracked all of her bones in her body. She slumped into a passed out heap, slamming her head into the floor.
I wasn't even the person hit, and I winced. Redonath dusted his gauntlets and turned to me, a smirk on his face.
"Like the tricks I discovered in the last... oh, eighty or so years we've been away?" He asked, waving his hands in an excited way.
I gave him my special dark look, but he only raised his eyebrows.
"What, Sara?" He asked, pretending to be hurt. "Are we not good friends? We didn't leave on bad terms, did we?"
He scratched his chin. "Now that I think about it, we left on pretty bad terms. Well, can't have everything..."
Twang!
An arrow flew out of the hallway, sinking deep into his leg. Redonath jumped backwards and took out a potion of healing, smashing it on his leg.
"Who-" He started, only to gave another arrow shot at him in response. Instead of it hitting him, he backhanded the projectile and stomped his boot into the ground, summoning a row of spikes down the hallway.
Silence. Then a loud voice called out "Missed!"
He groaned, cracking his knuckles. "Kat. I should've known."
"Yep!" Kat_Kin answered cheerfully, stepping into the room with her bow in her hand. "Luckily, you didn't!"
I let my struggling body go limp as I smashed my head into the wall. I wished I was knocked out, but my conciousness refused to go.
Instead, it said You're fucked and let me watch the outcome of this showdown.
Alex, despite taking the largest hit in all of Minecraftia (No, not that kind of hit. Notch damnit.), rolled over to look at the scene. She mumbled a few unintelligible words and rolled back to her original position.
[Kat_Kin]
Is the term Vibe Check?
Because, looking around this room, I was trying to figure out what the vibe of this room was. Judging from Equa- I mean, Athara - and Orange's reaction (The girl on the floor), I wasn't the reinforcements they expected. No, they expected me. The reinforcements theyWanted.
I get that alot.
Meanwhile, Redonath was bouncing on the spot, fist's up, like a boxer ready for round 2. I looked down at my bow - the only weapon I had - and back at Redonath.
Then to the fallen red-head. I looked into my inventory, saw my hidden weapon, and kicked Orange.
"Who... are you?" I asked her, only to get an angry grunt in response.
"Really wish people would stop making Skyrim references," She grumbled, making me thoroughly confused. She pushed herself up onto her feet, leaning on the wall she was near. Weakly, she raised her shield and hid behind it.
"The name's Alex," She answered. "And are you going to do something about the earthbender?"
I shrugged, and yelped as Redonath got tired of watching. He attempted to dive tackle me, only for me to slid under him and fire an arrow into his gut.
Redonath flipped around, landing hard on his back. He stuck out his hand towards a fallen cutlass, encasing it in stone and summoning it to his hand.
Alex dropped her shield and ran at it. In one movement, she dived for it, grabbed it mid-air, and rolled to a kneeling stop. A tendril of white mist wrapped around the cutlass, shattering the stone. Standing up, she pointed it at Redonath dramatically.
"Alright," She flourished. "This has gone on too long. Let's finish this."
Athara sighed from her corner. Looking over, I nonchalantly tossed my only pickaxe - a wooden one - at her. She reached for it with her free hand and gave me glare.
I merely shrugged.
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