I'm back! YAAAAY!

I'm so sowwie I didn't upload, and there isn't a reason, I'm just a meaniepoopoo, and you can slap me now.

(Just kidding. You probably don't care anyways. I'm probably dead to you. SO PLEASE DON'T SLAP ME. I don't wanna be smacked. Cri.)

I made this chapter as good as I could, and I will be writing and uploading the next chapter ASAP.

Enjoy!

Nether grabbed at a dart- what tip? Weakness; it'd do. She threw it with deadly accuracy, but Hunter's blade deflected it with quite a lot of ease.

Damn.

Nether threw another dart, and another, but to no avail. Hunter was more skilled than most opponents she'd faced. To be sure he'd had a hell lot of time to practice.

But so had she. Nether gritted her teeth and threw yet another dart. And another. When they were all deflected, the fury crept back in.

How dare Hunter deflect her darts? Didn't he know who she was?

She moved closer and put her hand on her sword.

In two seconds she was moving so fast that she could barely be seen. The hot sword was everywhere at the same time. It once grazed Sun's side before Hunter pushed it away.

Generally in combat, this was to be expected. But for some reason, Nether didn't anticipate it. And it made her angry. Angry as hell.

She glared at Hunter.

And then she was almost triple speed, here, there and everywhere, and even Hunter, experienced as he was, had difficulty in blocking her sword. At one point, her sword grazed his shoulder, but the wound wasn't deep, and it barely affected his fighting.

However, her blind ferocity caused her serious problems.

It wasn't too long before she was bleeding boiling blood onto the gemstone floor. She was bruised, bleeding, tired, and sad. But also angry. She hang on desperately to the last shreds of rage.

Bad move.

As she rushed for the millionth time, Hunter managed to trip her.

She was down.

For a millisecond, there was a pause. Nether glanced around her and, for one of the first times ever, she was actually assessing her situation and deciding on an intelligent approach.

Her fingers grazed the slightly dusty block of emerald she lay on and she thought about the miners who'd died digging for it.

Next moment Hunter was stumbling backwards with a fistful of soul sand in his eyes.

Nether was up in a trice and pouring the soul sand over the floor, making a pile.

"How-" Sun gasped.

"Oh," Nether cooed. She somehow stuck a lump of soul sand on the side of the pile, defying all known laws of gravity. "Little Sun seems to have forgotten how soul sand is made in the first place."

She looked up as she did the same thing, except on the other side of the pile. Hunter rubbed at his sand- coated eyes.

"And Sun…" Nether dug her hand into the quiver of darts and brought out the three Wither Skeleton skulls. "Don't worry." She placed a skull on one side of the pile. "After all…" she placed another skull. Her voice hardened. "I suppose we all hide behind pets at times."

Hunter opened his eyes as Nether thrust the last skull onto the pile.

Hunter lunged, but it was no use.

"Live!" Nether screamed.

And the Wither was born.