POV: Xisumavoid
Location: Throne Room, The Nether

Maybe doing this thing was an entire mistake. Maybe... maybe there was a way to get out of this situation. Maybe this is all a dream, right?

I discreetly pinch myself. Ouch.

"You pathetic players have forgotten who I am." Herobrine growled. He was grasping his bedrock sword until his knuckles turned white. He stepped down from the hole, slowly walking towards us.

"You underestimated my power. What I can do. What I am capable of." He continued, stopping at least ten blocks away from us.

"Or we chose to not acknowledge it." Grian muttered under his breath. I nudged him in the arm, careful to avoid his side. He ignored me, probably to not bring attention to us. At some time he had managed to get his armor onto his body. I shake my head a little to myself.

"I can turn you against your pitiful server-mates with just a finger. I can bring down the fortress without sweating. I can tear Miencraft down with just a few words." Those who didn't know this previously, had a look of horror on their face.

"Then why haven't you done that yet?" Biffa bravely asked.

"If I destroy Minecraft, I also destroy myself. If I take the fortress down, I'm destroying my home. Controlling people is no fun." He answered. He then glared at everyone around him.

"You are fools for going against me. I will, and I promise you, I will take over Minecraft." Herobrine vowed.

"Not with us around, you won't." Steve stepped forward. Herobrine glared at his brother.

"Then I will have to get rid of you." Herobine's sword glowed a white glow as he raised it over his head. Grian pushed everyone who was in danger out of the way.

"Don't let that sword kill you when it's glowing!" Yelled Grian. "You won't respawn!" Once again, Herobrine's and Steve's sword clashed. Grian, Biffa, and I sent blasts of magic at the evil legend. He responded by holding one hand up and deflecting it back to us. We dropped to the floor, avoiding them. Above us, arrows whistled, potions sailed, tridents flew, and the occasional sword was thrown at Herobrine. Somehow, he avoided them all. Stepping out of the way, deflecting, grabbing them out of the air, and even flipping to dodge the projectiles.

Now in the center of the room, he still was dueling his brother while taking care of us. Both were glaring at each other with flaming fury that cannot be otherwise described. I sent another blast, only for it to be deflected into Wels. Wels was pushed back. There goes half his heath. I threw him an apologetic expression, and somehow he saw it through my helmet. He shrugged it off, not holding anger to me.

"Just like the old times, brother." Steve sneered at the last word. Herobrine snarled, parring and countering Steve's attack.

"And I will be the victor, Steve." Herobrine hissed, throwing a kick at Steve. It caught him in the stomach, making him stumble back. An arrow headed towards Herobrine's head, but was redirected into Steve's thigh. Steve fell onto his butt, clutching his leg in pain.

Herobrine did not have enough time to finish his brother before Grian and I attacked simultaneously. Herobrine growled and stepped back, slicing at midsection level. Grian ducked as I jumped really high. The blade avoided both of us. When I landed I sliced forward with my diamond, using my momentum to elbow him in the face. Grian sliced upwards diagonally, cutting Herobrine across his chest.

Herobrine backed up, smirking and wiping golden blood from his face. Shot after shot of magic blasts were directed to us, and sometimes the Hermits. I wasn't quick enough to avoid some of them (there goes some health), but Grian was. He also managed to send blasts of magic back at Herobrine. Some did hit their mark, which made Herobrine lose a bit of health.

I tossed a potion of poison at Herobrine. He caught it and flung it back at me with twice the speed. It impacted me in the chest, the glass of the bottle shattering and taking effect.

I flinched as I took a bit of damage. I looked at the shards stuck in my diamond armor. Quicker than light, Herobrine threw his sword at me. It impaled me in the chest, dropping my heath to three hearts left. I fell backwards, eyes wide and breath stopping for a second. The sword was ripped out of my chest with a painful jerk. It flew towards Grian, who barely ducked just in time to avoid it. It flew back into Herobrine's hand with a graceful curve in its trajectory. The tip of the sword was dripping my blood.

Herobrine started to duel again, this time with Grian, Iskall, False, and Doc. I roll onto my stomach and prop myself up on my elbows, trying to get up. I quickly drank a Healing II potion. Scar hauled me up to my feet, and after a quick thank you, we started to fight again.

The duel between the mentioned above was almost beautiful. Grian's fighting style was always graceful. Doc and his trident was a dangerous combination you should stay away from. Iskall and False were just amazing at PvP. Herobrine was blocking and striking at the four of them, not being able to land a strike. The four of them were so quick on their feet, Herobrine's magic couldn't get them often enough to kill them. Though, yes, sometimes they did get hit.

Herobrine tried to launch into the air. It was successful, but before he could do anything, Biffa used his admin magic to push him into the ceiling. Herobrine fell back down to the ground, landing with a grunt. He had new golden blood dripping down the side of his head.

Herobrine snarled, summoning a large, white blade of his magic. He sliced once again, forcing us all to duck. It quickly disappeared before Herobrine sliced at the nearest person to him. Clever, it was a distraction.

False's eyes widened as she clutched her stomach. A pained tear slipped down her cheek. She fell to her knees, poofing away in a white smoke. Grian and I breathed a sigh of relief. She would respawn. Her inventory scattered among the floor. Thankfully, she only had combat supplies on her, and nothing really personal.

"False!" Stress cried out. Herobrine sneered, ignoring her. He tried to blast us backwards, leaving Biffa, Steve, Grian, and I the only ones who were standing. However, everyone else quickly got to their feet. Herobrine held his hands towards us, getting ready to attack us again.

His hand glowed. At the last moment, he redirected his hand towards Xanthus and Head Watcher.

Xanthus was blasted back into a wall.

Head Watcher scrambled to his feet. Someone tried to shoot him with a bow, but he ducked and sent a blast of magic back. It hit Scar and threw him into Python, both falling to the floor.

"Huh. You really aren't as idiotic as I thought." Herobrine jeered, a sneer on his face. The Head Watcher did not make any reaction to the insult.

The two leaders of the evil worked together, picking off as many Hermits as they could. Steve eventually got back into the fight. They targeted the injured Hermits more. Somewhere along the way I had lost my sword and decided to rely on my admin abilities.

Scar was stabbed in the stomach by a sword that was redirected towards him. Not enchanted, thankfully.

Wels didn't see a raised block on the ground and tripped into Herobrine's back up sword with low health. His other sword was flying around, trying to kill people.

Herobrine stood over Tango, who was on the floor. He had tripped backwards and dropped his sword along the way. He tried using his dimension magic, but Herobrine had a sword raised over his head already. He sliced downwards.

I was about to blast the sword away when a figure ran in the lane of fire. I redirected my hand to the Head Watcher, who jumped and yelped.

"ImpulseSV. How kind of you to join us." Herobrine sneered. Impulse snarled and hooked Herobrine in the throat. He stepped back in surprise, gagging. Impulse pulled Tango to his feet and they both got back into or joined the fight again. Tango pushed Herobrine away.

Towards me.

Now I have to 1v1 this evil peep.

And I didn't have a sword.

Herobrine had both a sword and his magic.

Great.

After a few minutes of fighting, I was starting to get drained. Magic use drains me less, but it does over time. I threw up another shield, blocking a sword's strike and a magic shot.

"Xisuma!" Someone yelled from the side. I turned my head and ducked Herobrine's sword. A dagger was slid towards me. I quickly grabbed it and caught Herobrine's sword on the hilt of the dagger. I jerked the sword away by pushing and brought the dagger up. It impaled Herobrine's side deeply. He howled in pain as I got a weak spot. Under the ribs.

I ripped it out of his body, backing away. I tripped, falling backwards. The blood on the dagger dripped down the blade, hilt, and my hand,

Grian jumped towards the evil man, sword raised and eyes glowing a faint golden. Herobrine stepped out of the way, dodging a backwards cut followed by a hook with Grian's fists. Grian's sword eventually caught and cut Herobrine on the shoulder. Herobrine hissed in pain. He threw a powerful sidekick. Grian flew backwards, falling to the floor and getting driven into a wall by Herobrine's blade under his chin. Herobrine smirked.

Before either could say anything, Herobrine was thrown into the opposite wall by an invisible force, dropping his sword near the Prime Admin, who picked it up and stashed it into his inventory. The ground in front of the evil legend blew up, sending dust and debris everywhere.

When said debris and dust cleared, a new (kind of) figure was threatening Herobrine... with a spear. The point of the spear was poking Herobrine's throat, a little blood dripping down his neck. Herobrine looked up the shaft of the intricate carved spear which was also lined with magical gems from God knows where.

Herobrine grinned at the figure, a taunting glint in his glowing eyes.

"Well, old man, finally decided to show up, haven't you?" Herobrine asked, pulling a bleeding leg closer to his body.

Notch glared down at the evil legend. No one dared to say a word.

No one dared to even breathe.

(1794 words- holy cow i got carried away)