You: YAy Wheat's doing a Sword fight! Noice!

Me: AHAHAHAHAHAHAaAAaaaAAaAaaaaaaaaaaaa... I'm probably gonna die a lot...

Also Me: Okay, let's get over thing...

(WARNING: Blood and cursing)

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FG

Grian just stared at himself, his past self. He wasn't like this, what happened? Grian just stood there, staring at the glitchy being. Then, Grian looked at the blade pointed square at his neck, he wanted to call Curse for help but they flew away for some reason. Grian's past self just said something that Grian would never understand, not long after, the sword raised and started coming at at him.

Grian pulled out his stone sword and blocked the diamond sword, Grian silently wished that he had an iron sword instead of the stone one he had. He tired to push the blue blade away but failed, he decided to drop it and roll away. He hit a tree nearby and scrambled to stand up, once he gained balance he was cornered. He was cornered by Taurtis, Zee, Solidarity and Mini... four of his friends are against him.

"P̷̖͗l̶̬̙͊e̶̫̐ͅa̸͕̮̚͝s̶̹͍̺̓͑͠e̷̜̊,̵̣͑͗̈́ ̷͕͇̳͗̿͌n̴̹͖̪͌͂o̴̫͈͠͝." Grian managed to get out, tears tracing his face.

Mini narrowed his eyes, "Why?"

Solidarity just pressed his shining blue blade closer to Grian neck while Taurtis, Zee and the other Grian watched. Taurtis was crying and covering his mouth with his hand while Zee was patting Taurtis's back, crying. The other Grian though, Past Grian looked almost... hollow, he showed no emotion in his eyes and was just staring blankly at Grian, still clutching his diamond blade.

Solidarity readied his blade and looked at Mini who also readied his sword. They raised it and then... Grian suddenly found his stone sword back in his hand. He raised his blade to block the two other blades, then he kicked one of the people cornering him. He didn't know who he kicked but he heard a yelp and some shouting, it pained him but he tried to let it not show. He tried.

Zee and Taurtis helped Solidarity who was down. Mini looked at Grian and smirked, he pretend to be injured as well, hissing every now and then while limping around. Grian set down his blade, he headed towards Mini to see if he was okay, only to get smacked by the blue blade and kicked back. Grian stumbled back and drawled his sword again.

The other Grian, the one that had a diamond blade, came charging in. He hit Grian's stone blade with such force it might as well break and crumble to the ground. Mini tried to get in some hits too but couldn't due to the battle wagging between the two Grians. Stone against diamond, the clangs and clash of the fight ranged out.

Past Grian struck down onto Grian's stone blade, they held that position for about five seconds until Grian pushed the diamond blade away, putting a foot behind the other Grian's foot. Past Grian stumbled backwards and nearly tripped, using his other foot to keep his balance. Then, an iron sword on half durability landed in Grian's hands, Grian looked around to see Curse flying away again, probably looking for more stuff for G to use. Past Grian took advantage of this moment and charged at the other Grian, only to be stopped by hands and arms.

Grian watched as Mini, Taurtis and Zee tried to hold his past self back. Solidarity leaning on his blade, huffing. Grian reached up and wiped the crimson liquid from his face, he hadn't realized that he had gotten cuts from the sword fight until now. Then there was shouting and a lot of reasoning and questioning, turns out Grian was trying to get out of everyone's grip.

Grian walked towards the group, well... more like he limped towards the group, "D̵̮̔͑̃õ̴̤̹̗̺͌̍ ̷̤̤̃̆̃͗̚Ỵ̵̞̿Ơ̸̠̲̲̥̾ͅu̵̺͋ ̴̢̔̍̒͝N̵͈̥͋͜ͅę̴̲̇Ē̸̼̇̍̒͝d̶̡͚͑̄͝ ̵̞̱̻̖͕͆͐H̵̩̖̭̙͊̉E̴̝̊̊̀L̷̬̫̮̍̀̓̓P̷̮̩̣͉̄̊̆?̷̝͂͗" Grian asked the group of struggling players.

Before anyone could answer, the other G got out of everyone's grip and started swinging his diamond sword at the Grian that had nothing but an iron sword. Past Grian managed to get Grian's left arm, a trail of blood stained the surrounding red cloth. The cut wasn't deep, but it did rip off a strip of Grian's sweater. Grian hissed at the cut and tried to block the diamond blade, this didn't last only as Grian's past self used the hilt of the blue blade to slip the iron sword out of Grian's hands.

Grian soon got knocked to the ground, wincing at the impact of the fall. He expected a blade to plunge into his chest but it never came. The only thing that came was shouting and hissing. Grian opened his eyes to see another fight wagging, it didn't have him in it, but instead Zee and Mini fighting Grian. Taurtis was holding Solidarity up while screaming protests.

Zee looked drained, his pilot goggles slightly fractured and his orange hair messed up. Mini had a few cuts on him, one on his cheek and a few others on his hands, his green jacket torn and his belt tattered. Taurtis's headphones had splashes of blood on it, his black hair messy and his iron blade on the floor. Solidarity had a small trail of blood running down from his mouth, he was still using his diamond blade as a cane. Solidarity didn't look as beaten up but was still hurt.

"PLEASE, CAN WE STOP? CAN'T WE JUST GET ALONG...?" Taurtis pleaded, "Can't we get along without the fighting? I'm sure we can get the Time Traveler to go away!"

Zee and Mini were just having a stare-off with the glitchy Grian. Mini sighed then instructed Zee to knock the Grian on the floor out and bring him to the court house. Grian started panicking, he tried to get up and run but couldn't, every part of him hurt and it felt like he couldn't move. His breathing quickened as Zee came towards him, clutching his sword.

Zee leaned down and whispered in his ear, "It'll be quick... don't worry." Then everything was gone.

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Zee (A/N: YAY, Imma do this in first person cuz... bored)

We sat in the court room, the soft slobbing of Taurtis was very audible in the silence. Grian was staring at the lump of the Time Traveler while Solidarity was playing chopsticks with Mini. I sighed, and winced at how loud it sounded. I pulled out my communicator and looked at the chat, a lot of questions were spread in it, most of them from Netty.

<NettyPlays> What is going on? I heard a lot of yelling in my forest.

Then, a few minutes later: <NettyPlays> Nvm, I found out what was going on.

After another ten minutes, Salem sent a message: <SalemsLadyM> o/ Netty, do you wanna go caving?

<NettyPlays> sure!

Then nothing else. The chat was empty for ages. Then there was stirring. Everyone looked up and saw that the figure had woken up, mumbling and wincing. I saw Grian grab his sword again, I got up but Mini beat me to Grian.

"Now is not the time, G..." I heard him say.

Grian stood there but put his sword away. It pained me to see Grian all glitched up, so I looked away. I wasn't sure if that was rude but no one said anything about that.

Another wince echoed the room, "W̸̨̮͈̤̭̺͑͠-̴͚̈́w̷͎̣͚͙̤̜̏̄͝ẖ̴̨̘̗͈̯̀̀̃͐a̶̛̺̙͔̠̱͎̙̎͊ţ̸̣͚̫̳̎́.̵͎͉͖̣̈́̃.̴̩̰͍͛͑͒̃.̵̼̺͈̽́̽̎͂̕ ̴̘̱̳̬̦̓ͅw̸̞̼̦̬͈͉̰͛̓̈́̕̚h̴̳̙͕̔̏ȩ̷̛͎͉̳̊͂̈̽̑ͅr̵͉͔̫̼͌ȇ̷̡̼̬̠̹͚͛̉̿̈ͅ.̶̟͈̼̹̯̪͓̑̀̓.̷̛̦͈̳͕̮̃̐̋́̾͝.̷̤̟͚̬̑̈́̃?̴̝̘̣͊ ̵̨̬̠̮̓̑̅̔O̴̗̳̺̅̋͜h̴̕ͅ.̴͕͂͗̈́͝ͅ.̴͈͇͉͙̲̤̗̒̀̈́̈́́̇͘.̸̘̦͉̟̥̘̿͛̈́̏͑͠͝ ̴̭͈͓͌̈̓̾͜͝ḫ̵̡̥̺̮͊̓͠ę̴̡̺̼̩͈̩̀͐͑̈̊̍͘r̷͈̠̀̒ẹ̶̠͎̚͠.̴͈͔̬͓̮̀͐͂̍͝͠"

Taurtis stopped crying but was still shaking, sniffing every now and then. Solidarity shifted in his seat and sighed, the sound echoing around the room due to the silence. We watched as the Time Traveler sat up and rub his eyes.

I cleared my throat and started speaking, "Who are you and why have you come here?"

I hated the fact that my voice cracked at the word "who", but the Time Traveler didn't mind or just didn't notice. He soon replied.

"Í̶̼̞͔͚̱̿̎̐-̷̻͇͎̓͋͗̉̂G̴̢̪͐̃͠r̴̦̲̘͍̱͓͋̂͝ḭ̸̢̣͓̻̝͌̂̈́a̴̩̺̍̍͑͛͘̚n̸̖̩͉̈́̓́̅.̴̖̰̋͐̏̕͠.̸̧̯̝̬̰̺͔̌.̴̧̟̙͎͚̣̗̃͆͒̑͠ ̴̜̜̘͉̩̆̍̐I̷̭͈͋̏͘͝ ̵̞̱̇j̷̲̲̤̳̽̈̐̒̎͘͝û̷̖̼̮͗̏ͅs̸̩͋̄͆̾͐̐t̷̨̰͈̺͕͛̽̔̉ ̶͍̗́͆͂́̕m̶͔̤͚̌́̆i̵̬̝͉̯͎͒͌͐ͅs̵̨̘͔̰͓̀̄̋̐̚̚s̴̩̱͎̞̆̀͜ę̷̰̳̗̝͍̼̎͐̊͌d̷͕̟̙̼͗̂̀̚ͅ ̴̻̫̞͉͉̃̃͆͗̏E̶̺͚̽͜v̵̢́͒͂͌̊o̷͕̞̫̹̗̽̈́́͆͠.̵̬͙̋̾̐͝" The figure sighed.

Taurtis sniffed, "L-Liar! You-ou aren't Grian! W-we al-lready have one! See!" He motioned to Grian sitting in the top seat.

"Taurtis, you fool," Mini sighed, "this could be the Grian from the future!"

"But I never knew G liked red..." Solidarity mumbled.

Grian slammed the table in front of him, then he spat something in a garbled language, probably an insult or something. He shoved himself from his seat and glitched his way to the Time Traveler.

"Y̷̨̦͙̘͍̫͎̘͙̯͍̩̪̳̬̙͍͕͚̺̣̪̓̾̋̑0̸̩̪̤̭̞͉̣̳̺̜̟̟̹̪̖̐̿̓̿́̾̊̓̐̿̒͛̄̉͜͝ͅƯ̵̢͍̫̣̱̹̼̙̪̤͚̬̋̈́̈́̆̕̚͜ ̶͍̬͓̮͖̟̞̤̦͓͍̉͐̇͑̒̚͠D̴̯͚̱̑̓̿̀̐̋̽͌̀̓̀̅͘͜͝A̴̡̧̳̮̰̙̗̩̮̬̦̺̯̣̟̹͙̰͎̓̅̑̎͠M̶̢͓͚̥̻͕̜̭̪͎̣̟̝̅͆̉̏̾͛͋͒̓̂̇̓̒̚͜͠N̴̢̨̢̤̤͕̟̤͖̭͈͉̠̦̞͊̓̓̅ ̶̧̡̩̬̜̝̪̲̳̗̫̯̩̅̌̄̈́̒̒̈́͛͠Ţ̶̛̩̰̤̻͇̲̼̙̯̱̼̞̮̫̞̟̮͎̍̋̈̐̈́̑̒́͌̉̊̅͐̀̄̚͝͝͠H̴̡̢̩͚͈͔̱̘̬̜̼̘͇̲̣͉̝͓̦̞̯̱͛̿̀̑̔̄͒|̴̰̽̈̒̈́̍͐͠Ǹ̷̜̭̟̘̱͉͚̰̦̮̺G̴̢̡̜̺͍͔̰̦͉̖̹̱̣̠̙͆̈́̑̐͒̎̇̌̈̈̾͛̆̽̾́̚̚͜!̷̲̫͍̮͑̊͗̄̍ ̴̨͉̤̗̳̖̲̆̊̓́̒͌̑̾͝Y̷͉̦̻̹̺̰̅̿͊̌̍́́̊͛̈̈̅̄͛̈́̐́̾̅̽͠0̷̨̛͕̹͇̹̞͖̭̬̞̠̙͇̱̺̰̝͍̄̔̈́̀͘ͅU̴̠̖̱̻͍͇̯͔͓͈̝̫̼̞̭̘̖͒̉̄͌̉̒̉̀̀̈́̓̅̚̕͝ ̸̢̱̝̩̩̤̤̳̞̘͙͇͚̞̯̘̘́̀̈́̕J̵̧̧̰̥̹̙̜̠̜̫̼̭̭̝̹̣̬̞̩͍͚͓̌̉̓̑̏͌͌̀̅́̊̅̒̽͒Ư̸͍̬̞̖̤̓̂͐͛̔̓͆͑͛̒̕͝$̶̛̪̫̈̏̃͆̃̋̚͝T̴̢̛͖̻̘͈̹̓̔͂͐͊̌̉̃̽̓̒̈́̅̒͠ ̸̢̧͚̹͔̰͇͍̬̻̪̤͔͇͎̫̗̫́̎͗̎̀̇̉̂̉̋̇̀̓̃͒̽͐͋̚͜͜͜D̴̥͚͕̳͊͂̒̾̒͌̀̓̂̄́͝3̶̧͇̦͉̺̝̱̺̖̝̫̮͚̝͇̲̩̳̫̞̒͛̃͒̿̕̕͜͝ͅC̷̝̝̻͖̟͛̊͗͌̊͗͜͜͠|̴̢͓͍̹̥͙̜̭͕͙̜̼̞̟͖̅̂́̈́̈͆̄̾͊̀͠͠D̶̢̩̥̱͕̭̣̩̱̰͈͚̝̣̜̻̤̾͆̍̾͆̈́̽̓͑̒͒̽̆̆̋̓͜͠ͅ3̸̡͓̲͖̲̬͖͚̘̇̂͂͗͑̅͜ͅḐ̵̼̯̪͈͓̺̣͎̦̝̲̪̙̭̟̘͇̻͇͐ ̷͔̹̤͙̳̖͕̬̳̱̜͊͜T̴̡̧̡̲̻̬̟̪͇͇̘̫͙͓̃̊͋͊̓̍̚͠ͅ0̷̡̡̼̱̻̟͓̗̫͉͈̮͈̰̜͌́̂̾͐͌̒͌̉̆̅͠ ̶̖͖͇͔̯̠̤̜͔͍̊̓̄̏́́́͗̔̎͘͘͝͠͝©̴̢̧̤̜̹͍̱̹̹̮͔̠͙̜̹̻̰̏̄0̴̨̨̡͉̭͉̠͚̤͔̰̫̦͙̬̪͒͝M̸̧̡̥̟̗̬̮̖̪̼̠͙̲̺͙̺͎͔̓̒̓̃̓͒̑͂̈́Ę̵̡̨͓̲̗̲̬͈̀̃̀̎͘ͅ ̶̛̺̭̻͚̟̟͖̽͋͝H̵̼͍̗̝̽̈́͜3̵̧̢̛̩͔̱̺̟̞̻͈́͋̏͆̽͛̈́͝͝R̸̨̝̖͇̳͕͇̝̙͉̮͈͍͐̈́̒̑̊̓͜͜3̶̨͈͔̝̟͍͗̃̾͐́̒̔̚͜͝ ̸̨̤̼̣̬̥̬̳͕̫͕̰̭̯̜̗̼̜̈̌͜ͅA̸͙̪̫̘̦̼̦͚͇̖̻̹̻̎͆͆͌̇͐̒̾͗͜͝͝͠ͅN̷͕̞͍̙̙͚̑̿͑̋̐̐̐̉̋̕D̷̨̧̲̘̝̳̤̹̹̤̣̳̝̳̹̥̦̈́̋́̍̅̋̕ ̸̨̡̻̹͔̣̲̞͖̘̱͍̯͈̞̗͑̏̈́͜R̸̛͉͚͖̜͂̊̂̈́̓̈́̿͂͑́U̶̧͔̲̦͓̞͍͈͕̜͇̺̙͂͗̑̾͜͜|̸̛̱̫̜̥̲̗̩̙͓͙̭̝̙̹̱̜͔͎̍͛̈͛̀̐̓̈́͌̏̈̕͜͠͝͝͝ͅN̷͚̞̗̬̪̟̬̂ͅ ̴̛̙̠̮͇̯͖̰̑͛͆̐͐3̵̞̩̉̉̂̄̀͘͠V̵̢̡̧̧͙̜̩̮̝̰̺̯̹̱̱̱̫̎̈́̉͆͑͐̔̾́̈́̊̃̐̚̚̚͝3̴̨͇͈͔̺̺͚͇͍͔̣͖̠͍̫͈̰̖̠̑̾̑̆͗͆̚͝ͅR̴͚͉̺̺̮͙̬̾́́̌͑̈́̓̃̄̒̀̏̋͛̓̑̔̽͆̚̕̕͜Y̴̛̮̮̬͈̤͉͎̋͋̇̽́̍̄͋͋̒̌̓̔͘̕͝T̸̮̩͉̱̤̃͌̅̀̎̿͒̌̚̕͜͠͝H̶͙͍̜͔̯̿̆̽͊̽͌̌́͑̈͌͋̏͝͠|̷͎͉̻̬̗̝̊̄̂Ń̴̨̛̛̥̹̠̭͙̠̫̙͖̯̦̣̦̾̌͛͌̂̒͐̌͐̃͌̐͜͠Ĝ̵̢̧̡̧͔͓̤͚̪̳̟̰͖̼͍͖̰͖̙͔̩͌͗̽̿͂̚̚͜͠!̶̣̘̠̬͚̠̗̫̻̳̮̞́̀̎͆͗̀͌͜͠ͅ"

We all winced at the messed up sound of Grian. Ever since this thing happened, he usually doesn't talk around us, instead, he mimed what he was trying to say. I never heard Grian this mad and angry, I tried to act causal by taking off my goggles and examining them but I could barely keep a straight face.

The Time traveler winced as well as Taurtis and Mini. "L̷̳̺̪͜͠o̶̠͗̆o̸̤̥̾k̶͖̓͋̏̒,̷̧͎͛̈́͛͒ ̶̙͌̓I̷̥͐̽̓-̶̞̈́̀̐Ī̴̯͙̻́͝'̷̧̙͙̓̐̏m̶̢͝ ̸̼̺̀͗̒̃s̶̟̟͖̫̓͐̕o̶̡͚̔r̸̻̠̳͈̚ř̶̲͈̅ý̶̖̬͚̬̊.̷̛͖̲̑͊̃.̸̝͙̋.̴̳̣̩͐̓̐̊ ̸̘̭͔͝p̶̜͗́̒l̴͔͙̃̉ḙ̵̏͆͛ä̸̬́́ṡ̸͕̺̰̺e̸̯̼͕̋̾̊.̵̬͍̩́͒̕.̴̹͎͑̅.̶̺̙̮͊̓͜ ̵͈̊̋I̵̙̣̘͆̓̂ ̵̥̩̿́͜n̴͎̔͑e̸̫͆v̴̩̲͑͂e̵̢̛͙̦̝̓r̸̗̂ ̴̪̱̊́͑̕r̶͈̝͊͋͆e̴̠̤͋̉m̷̲̥̔͐̚e̷̻̤̒̎̚͝m̶̲̯̈́̓b̷̩͖̳͍̾e̶̡̹̼͗͗͗̏r̷̢̛͔̰̀̓ȩ̶̥̞͉́̎̏ḑ̵̥͐̉͆ ̷͖̻̦̉̏̈͘m̷̪̣͌̓͌͘ÿ̵͇̜͍́̒̐̿ś̴̡̖̥̰͑͝e̵̞͍͗́͆́ͅľ̶̪͉̻̹̃̃f̷̟̖͔͐̚͝ ̶̺̽̇̔͠a̸̖̬̅̌̿͝s̷͘ͅ ̶̮̠̞̜̃͗̾ȃ̸̮̫͓̗ ̶̞̀̽m̶͇̜̿̐͆a̶̹͗͝d̵̜̉̓͜͝ ̶̗̾́b̶͇̒͐̃e̸̥̟̗͐̓͜ĩ̸̼͈̰̘̉ņ̷͔̲̈́g̷͙͕͕̭̓̌̑͠.̷̖̙̱͉͐̓͘.̷̥͐̆͌͠.̵͕̲̬̉̆"

Grian hissed at the answer, he seems to understand the Timer Traveler much better than us. Grian drawled his sword and and smacked the Time Traveler, soon a large cut was revealed on the Traveler's face. I shoot up from my seat and grabbed the bloody sword and tucked it out of Grian's hands. Grian fought back but I got the blade out of his hands and handed it to Mini.

Taurtis started to cry again, he just curled up into a tighter ball in his seat. I pitied him, the hyper soul he used to have was now as fragile as glass. Solidarity sighed and I looked down at the Time Traveler, grabbing some spare wool and walking out to get a water bucket. I soon returned to see Mini, Solidarity and Grian yelling at each other while Taurtis continued to cry.

I handed Taurtis one of my cookies I had in my chest, he thanked me and started nibbling on the pastry. I turned my attention to the Time Traveler and started cleaning his wounds, I know he's the cause of all this crap but I still wanted the best for him. I dipped the wool into the water and started dabbing it on his cuts, I'm not the best at cleaning wounds but at least I can clean wounds.

The Traveler sighed and thanked me, and I smiled. Once this is all over, we can just... forget about this.

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W/C: 1669 (Edit: It's actually 1743-)

Also, I like writing sword fights, it's fun.