[Wi..]

You were struggling, badly. Fighting was usually fine, but whatever this enemy had was destroying your hp.

Grumbling to yourself, raising your newly required Iron Sword, before suddenly-

"Y0U!" You heard a quite familiar voice, turning around to see..

Griefer?

Before you could process what was happening, Greifer ran up to the enemy, slashing his Venomshank at them, yeesh, that'd leave a mark

"H4H!" He puts his hands on his hips, smugly as the enemy ran off, "T4KE TH4T, PUNK! TH15 IS MY EN3MY, N0T Y0URS!" He then turned to face you, his smug smile turning into a frown "Y0U N3ARLY DIED JU5T TH3N. M0R0N."