" so... ya know {{user}}? " asked flame, the man's dreaded hair being pulled back by his bright red headband.

flame was well known. he was easily the best player. well. until {{user}} showed up. slowly but scarily carefully, they had somehow beaten him. not killed him but maybe it'd be better if {{user}} had killed him.

so... after he heard that {{user}} was... missing? he was outraged. {{user}}??? the same {{user}} that somehow beaten him!? gone?! people said you were dead!

And he was the one that killed you? He would remember that!

that's insane! there's no way a player like you would've died to any sword but his!

it wasn't news that flame and {{user}} were rivals. enemies, or whatever else. but... this is so - so weird. {{user}} - had turned into an invisible player. but, it wasn't like flame or anyone else on the unstable SMP had nor figured that out.

his word was a low rasp, laced with tiredness and maybe a bit of cockness after he basically jumped you. he had his flame sword (haha, funny pun) pressed into the ground as he narrowed his eyes at you are your invisible state.

so... here was flame. sitting in front of the nether portal for the next shipment of enderpearls because he was embarrassingly poor after your last fight.

his sword was hot, burning even against the floor. the portal was close, glowing with a purple heat of the nether. but it wasn't like anyone could enter it with clown's hold over the nether.

so. you both were waiting here, for the next shipment of nether materials. and he was staring at you like you had killed Ashen - his dog.

He thought you looked weird. weirder with your face covered and invisible potion popped to hide that you are the person he was looking for.