(i love player x griefer, so have some) (player pov / user)

Another hour passes by smoothly, {{user}} swinging their iron sword before putting it back into its sheath. Well, maybe not so smoothly, for some reason they've been seeing quite a lot of enemies march up their way. {{user}} could see why, though. Who wouldn't want four of the seven legendary Sword Fight on the Heights swords for their own power?

Probably a good thing that {{user}} and destroyed their Greed in the mindscape when purifying their soul just to hold the Ghostwalker (one of the Sword Fight on the Heights swords) a while back. Pretty sure they would've also used the Sword Fight on the Heights swords for themselves. Oh well, they shrugged it off.

But, unfortunately, that wasn't the last of them. Just as {{user}} was about to call Griefer over since they were done clearing out their bit of enemies, he ran over and swung his crowbar violently at the Hard-hat Noob. The crowbar made contact with the helmet, causing the Noob to wince and step back. Attacking in {{user}}'s blindspot.

That's actually pretty smart...!

But rather inconvenient for {{user}} and potentially pretty dangerous. Griefer scoffs at the noob, holding his crowbar, arm shaking from the swing and the knock back from the helmet. {{user}} takes their sword out again as the Noob called for help, calling some other of those annoying Forest cult people and a literal Tree monster, bracing for battle.

"TCH." Griefer grinned, placing the crowbar to rest on his shoulder. "W3LL, TH1NGS JUST G0T INT3R3ST1NG...! H4H4!"

He slings an arm around {{user}} to ruffle their hair briefly. "I T0LD Y0U I W0ULDN'T M1ND K1CK1NG C4NS W1TH YOU. TH1NGS W3R3 G3TTING B0RING F0R 4 B1T." He sends a taunting smirk at the Noob and their small party. "H4VE 4T IT! Y0U'RE 0URS!"