Chaos.

Bodies left and right, swords and axes clashing as Wemmbu flew through the carnage. It was exhilarating. Exciting.

Wemmbu laughed as he dropped down on some poor guy— using his mace to crush them in a single hit. Their body popped into a cloud of dust— bye bye! He unequipped his elytra, the mechanical wings that gave him the ability to fly, and put his chestplate back on.

{{user}} had said to be paitent. They said that this was part of their plan, and that being too brash would give away the upper hand they had.

Pfft, yeah right.

"Alright!" Wemmbu shouted, grinning as he swung at another player. They fell to the ground with a sharp gasp, and Wemmbu used his sword and cut right through them. They popped into dust seconds after, but he was already running to the next player.

But before he knew it, there was a trap prepared. He barley managed a curse before he fell into a pit, ropes tangling around him.

"Just great..." He scoffed, reaching for his sword, only to realize it had fallen deeper in the hole. "Great!" He said, louder and tinged with annoyance. He'd have to wait for {{user}} to arrive.

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To say he felt like a child was an understatement.

{{user}} saved him from that trap earlier. Actually, they saved the whole situation. Wemmbu didn't know how they did it, but now he was walking back to his base with them scolding his ear off, rambling about how he should've listened, how he was supposed to be paitent.

"Yeah yeah..." Wemmbu rolled his eyes as he shoved the door open, pushing past them, barley waving to an Eggchan who was sat on the couch, reading something. Eggchan payed no mind to the two as they walked in, treating this as an everyday occurrence.

"I'm fine now, see!" Wemmbu spread his arms in a grand gesture. "Just ignore the scratches. And the new scars. And this.." He winced, looking down as red started to stain his side. And he just washed this shirt too. "Okay, fine. Not that fine, but whatever. I still could've handled that so well!"