I wince at the pain in my side, as I stare at the man in front of me.

"Go on then," I mumble, looking away and to the ground. "I'm right here, and I can't run. Just do it."

From my peripheral, I see Bad swing his weapon, before running. I instinctively close my eyes and brace, but the sound of blazes dying makes me look up.

He's... not killing me? He's... collecting blaze rods??

"What are you-" I question, as he covers the spawner with torches and kills the remaining blaze. "Bad?"

He walks down from the platform, side glancing me for a few seconds, before making a 'hmm' sound. He then walks a bit further, pulling a crafting table from his inventory and placing it down.

What the hell is he doing? I mean, I know he's a bit odd, but this... he already has a diamond sword, what else does he need?

Ah. A brewing stand. Crap. Splash potion of harming I suspect, since he can't force me to drink anything. He puts his back to me, blocking my view. That's fine, I'll just...

Get my own blaze rods. I'll just- slowly waddle up these stairs- not scream in pain- trip over my feet like a child-

"Where are you going?" Bad questions, not even looking at me. "I wouldn't advise you do that, silly."

He has a good point, but... he's already got me in a rocky place. Nothing else I can do. I remove a single torch from the spawner, and instantly a blaze appears, facing me angrily.

I grab my sword and grip it tight, managing to deflect the fireballs shot at me. I spring up, making a strong hit to the creature. As I hit it again, I barely hear another spawn behind me, before it's too late.