Word Count : 505

Plot Question : What if the server had a full blown dodge ball war?

Heads up : This is pretty bitter sweet and this is a pretty shorter chapter.

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The arena was set, all the balls were lined in the middle and those who wished to fight were in the arena while those who wished for safety were in the audience.

Zombie Cleo was sitting on her throne, a spider head over top of her own as she peered down at the two teams.

Red team vs Blue team.

On the Blue team was - Iskall, Bdubs,  xBCrafted, Wels, Stress, Grian, Ren, Scar, Biffa and Tango.

On Red team was - Doc, Impulse, Mumbo, False, Cub, Vintage, iJevin, TFC, Xisuma and Keralis.

Cleo smiled behind her Spider head. "Hermits of Hermitcraft!" She announced. "Welcome to Death Ball! The only place where you can let your anger out by throwing objects at each other. Everything is far game, no passing the dividing line and if you get hit, you get teleported to the jail box. A timer will be placed on you for you to know when you'll be teleported back into the arena. A team wins by knocking out all the players on the other side or until the main timer runs out. The side with the most players still in by then wins."

Cleo chuckled, watching each team member gain confident looks and such. "Now. Get ready Red and Blue. First buzz will signal when you can run up and grab balls, the second buzz will signal when you can start throwing."

Each team got ready. They placed their hands on the wall on each side of them.

A second.

Then the first buzzer went off.

Each team charged for the center line. Grabbing a dodge ball in each hand and even kicking some to their side to try and gain more. Most teammates scrambled back as soon as they had ammo.

Another second.

Each side was staring their targets down.

The second buzzer went off.

The first few balls flew. Fast like bullets.

Cleo's grin widened as she saw the first two victims of the Jail Box get teleported into her Cone of vision. iJevin and Scar.

It was on.

Architect vs Architect.

ZIT vs ZIT.

ConCorp vs ConCorp.

It was great. The drama, the irony. Cleo indulged in it all. It felt good to watch her server mates tear each other apart from time to time. To see them visibly and physically vent out frustrations and anger.

The seconds ticked by as the next people got teleported to the Jail Boxes. Iskall and Vintage.

Cleo watched as Grian took aim at Mumbo to avenge Iskall and as Doc threw his ball at Wels to avenge Vintage.

More seconds ticked by. Oh the irony, brother vs brother, sister against sister. Oh the glorious irony.

Cleo merely indulged in it all as the war raged on and as the Hermits in the audience watched in entertainment.

Fin

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PLEASE REMEMBER THAT THE HERMITS ARE ALL FRIENDS