Word Count : 904

Plot : Iskall and Grian go in fist fighting with each other when Grian suddenly becomes controlled by an unknown entity. 

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"Lord, why are you so damn useless all the time!" Grian snapped, turning towards his fellow Architect.

Iskall felt himself flinch as he turned towards the shorter hermit. "Wha?" He couldn't help the sting of hurt that hit him. "Bro, what's up with you?"

Grian let out a growl of frustration. "Oh just shut up for gods sake!" Grian glared up at Iskall, his normally blue eyes suddenly going white.

Now Iskall knew something was up. "Dude, calm down. Theres something wrong and you aren't acting normal!"

"I'm perfectly normal! It's you who's pissing me off!" Grian yelled, his hands clenching to fists.

Iskall took a step towards his friend. "Dude, calm down or I'll have to take you down."

Obviously not liking the reply, Grian went and took a solid punch at the taller hermit.

Caught off guard only momentarily, Iskall took the punch and backed up a bit.

Grian then drew out his sword. But it wasn't a normal sword. Those were colors and textures that Iskall despised. They started to spread across Grian's skin. Infecting him.

"Diorite!" Iskall blurted out, drawing his own sword.

Grian screamed out at the other Architect, lunging at the taller hermit and swinging his diorite sword at him.

Iskall just barely managed to dodge the swings, he then went and took swings at his evil block infested friend. Not aiming to kill but aiming to disarm and disable.

Grian surprisingly was very good at Pvp, he had managed to parry and swing off Iskall's attack.

Iskall grunted slightly. "Sorry Gri, but I gotta take you down to save ya." Iskall then went and swung his sword lower.

Grian stumbled back, the sword had sliced across his side.

Iskall took that moment of hesitation to immediately knock the diorite sword out of his opponents hand and kick him down to the ground.

Grian fell back onto the ground with a thud, he struggled for a moment before falling unconscious.

Iskall watched Grian for a moment; watching as the diorite faded away. "I just have to hit them once and knock them down! Of course! Diorite is weak! It's a simple take down!"

Iskall went and picked his friend up in his arms before quickly heading back to Grian's base to lay Grian down on a bed to heal. "If diorite is a virus, other Hermits might be in danger!"

Once getting to Grian's base, Iskall managed to find his bed and lay his now healing friend down on it. Just as he went to turn, a blue, white and black object got projectiled towards him.

Iskall felt his eyes widen as he went and practically cartwheeled out of the way.

What landed inches away from him was a diorite infected trident, with the Riptide, Loyalty and Channeling enchantments on it.

The trident then pulled itself out of the ground and flew back to its owner.

"Mumbo?!" Iskall called out.

Mumbo had now landed down a ways from the other two Architect's. His skin was also becoming covered in diorite. His trident gripped firmly in his hand.

Iskall immediately stood up again, clutching onto his sword.

Mumbo them went and charged at the shorter hermit, swinging his trident down at the other.

Iskall brought his sword up and blocked, struggling against the second tallest hermit on the server. "Mumbo! You gotta calm down!"

Mumbo stared down at Iskall, pushing down against him. "I'll calm down when your dead!" He shot back.

Iskall had to admit the words stung, but it was the diorite talking, not his friend. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, Iskall kept his sword up and pulled out his axe in his other hand. "Sorry Mumbo!"

Using every weak point on his friend, Iskall went and swung the axe at Mumbo's arm.

The taller hermit hissed out in pain, backing up.

Iskall lunged at the taller hermit to knock him down, swinging his sword at him.

The taller hermit went and jabbed up with his trident at Iskall's sword, causing lightning to strike in the air and the clouds to darken in a threatening red color.

Iskall felt the hair on his arms and back of his neck stand on edge as he went and swiped his leg at the taller hermit's leg joint.

The other Redstoner fell back, gasping out from being winded.

Iskall did not hesitate to further pin the taller hermit down to the ground with his foot.

Mumbo, like Grian, struggled against Iskall before falling unconscious. And just like Grian, the diorite that had been covering Mumbo's skin faded away.

Iskall looked around for an ender chest, which Grian thankfully had. He pulled a spare bed from it and placed it down next to Grian's before picking up Mumbo and laying him down next to Grian.

"Diorite is an evil virus. If it's a virus that can affect my friends, how many more Hermits are infected?"

Fin

Ok I swear this didn't have much of a reason to be written, but- it's been made, it's also kind of just an excuse for me to have Iskall being a badass and being calm under the pressure of two of his friends attacking him and such.

Yep- totally not an excuse to write a plot like that- Yep- no way-