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The sands

Martyn wasted no time and quickly turned to the man, pushing his sword up to their throat.
"Woah, relax Martyn!" The spaceman said, holding up his hands in a defensive manor.
"X...Xeph? Sorry..." The blonde lowered his sword again. "Wait, what are you doing here?"
"I got stuck in a cave system so decided to dig up... Then I saw you running around in the trees, you looked worried so I thought... I'd see what was wrong..."
"Oh..."
"Why... did you shout Israphel's name friend?"
The blonde watched the spaceman then nodded behind himself, signalling to the sand.
"Oh..." Xephos said. "Are you sure it's not just a desert?"
"Yes. The trees told me."
"I should... go and warn the others. I'll get Ridge or something, alright? There's no need to get yourself into trouble, I'm sure Ridge can handle it."
Martyn looked down. "Yeah... ok..."
Xephos nodded and then began running back towards the Jaffa factory.
Martyn watched him go, then looked back to the sand, sighing. Maybe it wasn't worth getting himself into trouble... But there was something shifty about the spaceman that made him worry. He didn't want to wait to see what Ridge had to say. So, he leapt up into one of the trees and watched. Waiting and watching for any sign of life or threat from the sands that lay before him, a little too quietly.
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It had been about half an hour and the spaceman still hadn't returned. The blonde was curled up on the branch, the tree he sat in was radiating some of it's heat towards him to keep him warm. He thanked it.
"I guess Ridge was busy..." He said, still watching the sand. He pulled his hood up more over his face as he felt a few drops of rain begin to pour down. "Great... just what I need..." He grumbled miserably. Bad weather always made him gloomy, just like the forests. The tree moved it's leaves so that they were above his head, attempting to keep the rain off of him. He smiled slightly and looked to the tree. "You guys have always got my back haven't you?" He looked back to the sand, at which point he felt a sharp pain and the air flowing against his front. Then, muddy ground beneath him, hitting him hard and knocking the wind from him. He coughed, trying to gasp for more air as he tried to push himself up onto his elbows to see who his attacker was.
"I'm surprised the blonde idiot would let his little follower come out this far in the rain..." A voice came. It was quite charming, but broken. Martyn turned his head slightly and managed to dodge as a foot came down towards him. He gagged as he realised that the same foot had caught his hood, pulling it off and pinning him to the ground. He spluttered for air, attempting to reach up to get the hoody off. "Oh, now I see... You thought a disguise would keep you hidden from us?" The speaker behind the voice leant down and looked at him. "Did you honestly think that a little tree rat like you would be able to defeat both me and Israphel together?" They chuckled and stood back up, letting go of the hood. "Run along home little rat. There's no point in getting yourself into trouble. Besides, you may want to spend whatever little time you have left with your little friend. You wont have long."
"Screw you, Herobrine!" Martyn yelled and stood up.
"Such big words from such a little person. Aren't you one of the good guys?" Herobrine smirked, showing slightly serrated teeth. Martyn growled in response. "Like I said, run along home. This is none of your business. This is between me, Israphel and the twits who thought they could defeat us."
"Leave them be!" Martyn growled.
"Oh no, I think the dwarf and spaceman deserve a little present don't you...?" Herobrine laughed.
"Don't make me do this..." Martyn said, raising his sword to confront the white eyed man. He got a chuckle.
"You really are dim-witted aren't you?" Herobrine pulled out his own sword and pointed it towards the blonde. That was when Martyn felt it. Another presence behind him. He turned so that he was facing both men.
"Martyn, Martyn, Martyn. You people never learn do you...?" The new man asked, his voice deep and his skin white.
"You're one to talk!" Martyn shouted back. "We've defeated you so many times its become a joke! Now get lost before I have to make you both!"
Both of the men chuckled.
"Im gonna enjoy this Martyn..." They bother said darkly at the same time... Then they ran forward....

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The sands

Martyn wasted no time and quickly turned to the man, pushing his sword up to their throat.
"Woah, relax Martyn!" The spaceman said, holding up his hands in a defensive manor.
"X...Xeph? Sorry..." The blonde lowered his sword again. "Wait, what are you doing here?"
"I got stuck in a cave system so decided to dig up... Then I saw you running around in the trees, you looked worried so I thought... I'd see what was wrong..."
"Oh..."
"Why... did you shout Israphel's name friend?"
The blonde watched the spaceman then nodded behind himself, signalling to the sand.
"Oh..." Xephos said. "Are you sure it's not just a desert?"
"Yes. The trees told me."
"I should... go and warn the others. I'll get Ridge or something, alright? There's no need to get yourself into trouble, I'm sure Ridge can handle it."
Martyn looked down. "Yeah... ok..."
Xephos nodded and then began running back towards the Jaffa factory.
Martyn watched him go, then looked back to the sand, sighing. Maybe it wasn't worth getting himself into trouble... But there was something shifty about the spaceman that made him worry. He didn't want to wait to see what Ridge had to say. So, he leapt up into one of the trees and watched. Waiting and watching for any sign of life or threat from the sands that lay before him, a little too quietly.
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It had been about half an hour and the spaceman still hadn't returned. The blonde was curled up on the branch, the tree he sat in was radiating some of it's heat towards him to keep him warm. He thanked it.
"I guess Ridge was busy..." He said, still watching the sand. He pulled his hood up more over his face as he felt a few drops of rain begin to pour down. "Great... just what I need..." He grumbled miserably. Bad weather always made him gloomy, just like the forests. The tree moved it's leaves so that they were above his head, attempting to keep the rain off of him. He smiled slightly and looked to the tree. "You guys have always got my back haven't you?" He looked back to the sand, at which point he felt a sharp pain and the air flowing against his front. Then, muddy ground beneath him, hitting him hard and knocking the wind from him. He coughed, trying to gasp for more air as he tried to push himself up onto his elbows to see who his attacker was.
"I'm surprised the blonde idiot would let his little follower come out this far in the rain..." A voice came. It was quite charming, but broken. Martyn turned his head slightly and managed to dodge as a foot came down towards him. He gagged as he realised that the same foot had caught his hood, pulling it off and pinning him to the ground. He spluttered for air, attempting to reach up to get the hoody off. "Oh, now I see... You thought a disguise would keep you hidden from us?" The speaker behind the voice leant down and looked at him. "Did you honestly think that a little tree rat like you would be able to defeat both me and Israphel together?" They chuckled and stood back up, letting go of the hood. "Run along home little rat. There's no point in getting yourself into trouble. Besides, you may want to spend whatever little time you have left with your little friend. You wont have long."
"Screw you, Herobrine!" Martyn yelled and stood up.
"Such big words from such a little person. Aren't you one of the good guys?" Herobrine smirked, showing slightly serrated teeth. Martyn growled in response. "Like I said, run along home. This is none of your business. This is between me, Israphel and the twits who thought they could defeat us."
"Leave them be!" Martyn growled.
"Oh no, I think the dwarf and spaceman deserve a little present don't you...?" Herobrine laughed.
"Don't make me do this..." Martyn said, raising his sword to confront the white eyed man. He got a chuckle.
"You really are dim-witted aren't you?" Herobrine pulled out his own sword and pointed it towards the blonde. That was when Martyn felt it. Another presence behind him. He turned so that he was facing both men.
"Martyn, Martyn, Martyn. You people never learn do you...?" The new man asked, his voice deep and his skin white.
"You're one to talk!" Martyn shouted back. "We've defeated you so many times its become a joke! Now get lost before I have to make you both!"
Both of the men chuckled.
"Im gonna enjoy this Martyn..." They bother said darkly at the same time... Then they ran forward....