Really sorry for how long it took me to get this one out, but I didn't have a lot of time to type it, I also waited like a week to see if anyone would respond with a character for this specific chapter so that didn't help anyways enjoy

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"yo" speaking

"yo" thinking

"yo" chant/spirit talk

Mobs who see battle, who live to fight, can have multiple afflictions,be they good or bad, be they a blessing or a curse. The most know one, being dragon hearted, was shrouded in mystery, of course it wasn't literal, it was named as such for how people afflicted with it acted as dragons would in certain situations, for how they were always seeking battle, to prove their power, or how once they found something precious, they wouldn't let anyone take it from them, they would protect it to their dying breath The same way dragons fought for pride or hoarded treasure and attacked anyone that tried stealing it.

The biggest similarities, the ones that had given the affliction its name, were how like a dragon, whoever had it, would not bend to the whims of someone else, they would work with others, but never for others and how once enraged they wouldn't stop until the cause was dealt with. Like a dragon they raged, raged against the world, against whoever tried to control them or take what was theirs, for a dragon couldn't bear to live in a world where it wasn't sovereign of its own soul, a world that tried taking what they saw as theirs, a world that was against them living.

Blaze PoV

It had been two days since the meeting, since he had beaten down Fiora, his legs where still sore from what he had done to end the battle quickly, it didn't really have a name, it hadn't been known enough to have one, it could be called a secret technique, but anyone could figure it out if they thought about it enough, all one had to do was send power, energy, to the desired limb so that it could bypass the limiters the brain put on the body, the ones that stopped someone from putting too much force behind movements as to not cause harm to the body. It was useful, powerful even, but the backlash from it wasn't always worth it, his legs would be back to normal soon, luckily he hadn't used it long enough to cause more than soreness.

Still, he walked, the rogue camp hadn't been too far from where the meeting had been held, two days of walk and he had reached it, probably because the rulers would have attacked after the meeting. He would take care of the rogues to show he was willing to work with them, not as a minion or a pawn, but as an equal, he wasn't one to take orders, he never had been and never would be. Even when during the war when he had been a simple soldier, there was always a feeling of anger whenever he received an order, it had pushed him to raise higher in the ranks as quickly as he could, all so he wouldn't be order around.

Andr had joined him in the middle of the first day, she had been following since after the battle with the princess of blazes, the Nether mob, but the endergirl had kept a distance until then, letting him calm down she had said, seemed like what he had done scared her slightly. Andr hadn't seen him fight before and the way he fought, the ruthlessness he had shown against Fiora, might have been somewhat disturbing, he had shown mercy though and that seemed to be the only reason she wasn't outright scared of him.

He wasn't sure why, but Andr being wary of him, had him feeling down, usually he didn't care if someone was scared of him, he enjoyed it even, it meant people wouldn't bother him, attack him, unless they had a reason to, but having Andr scared of him, even if it wasn't much, just didn't feel right. He didn't have time to think about that now.

Andr PoV

She had let Blaze have some time to calm down, she had also taken the time to calm herself down, it had been the first time someone had stood up for her, the first time someone had protected her, then Blaze had defeated Fiora quite easily, though he seemed to have done something wrong.

Once she had joined him, she had noticed that as much as the redhead tried to hide it, he had some trouble walking, that had bothered her, what if it stopped him from fighting to his best, she couldn't do much about it, she didn't have any healing potion on her nor did she know much about first aid, other than the usual enderman way of healing wounds, and unless Blaze was secretly an enderman, it wouldn't work on him.

Though she didn't have time to think about that now, they had found the rogue camp, she could see it from where they were, he had told her to stay there and that he would take care of it alone before walking away, towards the camp. "I can help too" she told herself, teleporting to the other side of the camp, she would help him whether he wanted her to or not.

It had all went well, most of the rogues she had encountered hadn't even been a challenge, until a zombie that could control earth had come out of a tent, and started making holes in the ground underneath her, she had kept warping away from the holes and shooting arrows at him, but the zombie stopped the arrows with walls of stone, then she he somehow had known where she would warp to and opened a hole right under her.

She had heard the living corpse shout to someone, she only made out the name Grant, then a few moments later, there was a skeleton looking down into the hole, that was probably Grant, then she heard him congratulate a Dareth, probably the zombie, and say something about a Ceasar having been taken out by a strange mob that was rampaging on the other side of the camp. Then she heard something about being used as hostage, and the skeleton, Grant, had jumped down the hole and forced a bag over her head. The next thing she knew the ground was moving and she was hit in the back of neck and everything going black.

Blaze PoV

It had been going well, he was certain he had taken out one of the leaders, it had been the only mob he had seen that could use elemental control, a spider that called itself Ceasar and could control water, well enough that it could pull it out from the air. He hadn't been that impressed, he could do so as well what had been impressive was how the spider, Ceasar used the water, making it lash at him like whips, one for each of it's eight legs.

The battle if you could call it that hadn't been long, the spider, Ceasar, was obviously not used to fighting someone that could counter its control of water. All he had to do was to redirect the water and get close enough to cleave the Ceasar in half and the battle was over, afterwards he kept going through the camp, killing those that attacked him, he only had seen a few running way.

When he reached the centre of the camp, making sure to tear down every tent, where the other leaders should be, he could feel rage bubbling up. Tied against a pole in the middle of the camp, a skeleton standing guard, was Andr, she seemed unconscious, "She's still alive at least" he thought to himself, they wouldn't have tied her up otherwise. The skeleton hadn't seen him yet, he smirked to himself, throwing a sword from one of the rogues at the skeleton, the blade being sent of course by a gust of wind and the skeleton, turning towards where he was hidden, it launched another gust of wind at him, forcing him to roll away from his hiding spot.

He got up, enough to run towards the skeleton, dashing from left and right to doge the blasts of wind the skeleton sent at him, he ripped of one of its bony arms as soon as he was close enough to, throwing it away and aiming a kick at the mobs head,it dodged surprisingly, managing to hit him with the arm it still had, not hard enough to slow him down, as he grabbed the arm it still had and ripped it off as well, the skeleton saying something about a Dareth, before its head went the same way as its arms.

Pushing the name to the back of his mind, he went to Andr, about to untie her, he had to jump back, as the ground opened underneath where he was standing, he turned around looking for who had done that, jumping away from the hole that opened underneath him, and trying to find the culprit, among the corpses, it had to be a zombie another mob wouldn't be able to hide, all the tents were destroyed, the only way they could hide was by matching the surroundings, by being a corpse.

He groaned, he couldn't just set the whole camp on fire since Andr was still here, he would have to settle for dodging the holes until the zombie showed itself, either after it grew bored of playing or ran out of energy, contrary to how it seemed, controlling the elements did take a substantial amount of energy, after using them enough your body got used to the drain and produced more energy was all. For now all he had to do was, evade the holes being made in the ground under him and close the other ones with his one control of the element.

After a few minutes of this, ten at most, the invisible opponent seemed to understand it was leading nowhere for he found himself having to dodge spikes of earth and sizable chunks of stone being launched at him from multiple directions. He had to admit, whoever this was, probably that Dareth that had been mentioned earlier, was better at using its abilities than the other two, at least it knew some form of strategy, though he did have to admit that it was getting harder to dodge everything being thrown at him, he had been clipped a couple times, either Dareth, he would call the opponent that until told otherwise, was about to run out of energy, or it was getting angry at not being able to deal a solid blow.

This kept going for a bit, until he noticed that he had somehow been boxed in, he had also been wounded twice, one a cut on his hip from a barely dodged spike and the other a quickly forming bruise on his left leg, the barrage having slowly died down, he had to admit, Dareth, was stronger the best opponent he had faced since being freed, still it was starting to get to him how he couldn't locate his opponent or counterattack.

Then after few moments, spears of stone started coming out of the spikes surrounding him, forcing him to contort and move quickly to not get impaled, still being sliced in some places and ending in a position that would stop him from moving. He cursed, cursed loudly, he had been trapped. Then after a moment, his opponent showed itself, a zombie like he thought, "Looks like the rulers aren't as strong as they think huh" it said, in a cavernous voice, obviously amused, he growled, actually growled, "Says the one who fights from afar while hiding among bodies" he growled, the zombie chuckling at him, "But of course, you don't win if you can't use strategy" it said, walking a bit away before continuing "I do wonder what i could do with you both. Use you as hostage?" it mused, making him growl again, "You wouldn't get much for me" he said, as if daring the mob to try and kill him. "But of course he said, You're as powerful as the rulers, if not more, and she" at that it pointed to Andr "Is the ruler of endermen, I could get good money by using you for ransom... But i believe I have a better idea in mind" it said "I'll just kill both of you now and save me the trouble."

And at that, the rage he had been feeling slowly building, reached it's peak, if the zombie had decide to kill him, he was fine with that, but it had mentioned killing Andr, he didn't know what kind of relation he felt for her, to him it was something along the lines of student/teacher or friendship, but hearing this Dareth, say that he would kill her, confirming it, made his blood boil, and want to kill it, to rip it apart until nothing was left. And he would do so, Notch above and Herobrine below, he would do so.

Slowly, he straightened up, the spears of stone snapping, breaking, before he even touched them, from the pressure of power around him, coiled around his skin, just waiting to be used, it had been long since he had used this much power, "too long" he thought, letting it flow through him a moment, taking the time to watch how the zombie, Dareth, seemed to slowly understand how bad of a mistake he had made by not killing him immediately.

The zombie wouldn't get much time to think on it though, as it had to block a punch aimed to blow its head off, it seemed it was at least smart enough to know how to use the element of earth to harden his limbs, the arm used to block his punch, had cracked, actually cracked, he wasn't done though, as quick as he had gotten in front of the zombie to punch him, he kicked at its midsection the arm used to block the kick, shattering at the force, his leg smoking, he was doing the same as when he had beaten Fiora, except on a much stronger scale, and he was boosting his speed with wind as well, he would think much on it now though, he only had one goal in mind, killing Dareth, he threw another punch, straight to the zombies midsection, flames forming on his fist and arm from the speed and fore at which he threw it, not from boosting it with fire, and punching a hole, twice the size of his fist in the zombies stomach, before a roundhouse kick, separated the zombies upper torso from the lower part of it's body and sent it flying a bit away.

He went after it of course, walking slowly, he could see Dareth try to crawl away, not fast enough though, before the zombie had managed to crawl to safety, he was there, not even bothering using his sword, he punched the zombies head, with enough force that his fist went completely through it and cratered the ground. That done, he went to where Andr was still tied to a pole, untying her, he carried her away from the camp, stopping a few meters away and saying something.

A chant, he didn't know exactly what he had said, only catching a few of the words himself, not enough to reconstruct it. Spirits, looking like a mix between fire spirits and ice spirits, surrounding them and the camp, signing, chanting loudly, louder than he had ever heard them, before a pyre of bright blue flames burst to life, big enough to swallow the rogue camp whole, and only leaving and spire of crystal clear ice where it had been, nothing of the camp left.

Then slowly, he felt himself calm down, the drain of all the energy he had used, and the backlash of how he had strengthened his attacks, hitting him all at once, making him fall to his knees, he only had time to set Andr down before he too passed out.

Ok so we see that Blaze as strong as he is, isn't perfect, and a sneak at something that will have more impact later in the story I would also like to thank GamerJames for Dareth, and apologize for how brutal I was in writing his death, I was expecting more chars so I could give all of them a decent fight in this chapter but only got one so I had to show something for it, good point to he was the one to show that while most aren't as hardened as during the war, some do have enough power that they can pose a threat to Blaze, Dareth's downfall being letting Blaze know he would kill Andr. Apart from that hope you enjoyed the chapter, Review, favorite and follow and blahblahblah. see you next chapter

Date/time of completion: 2017-08-08 12:14 pm