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They were fucked. Absolutely fucked.
After finally defeating all of Lettuce's lawmen, Flame and Wemmbu finally managed to get a bit of peace.
"Let's leave our rematch for another day, yeah?" Flame said, groaning as he sat down on a block of cobblestone, slipping off his chestplate.
Wemmbu only nodded in response, too tired to form an actual sentence. The demon's tail flicked, making Wemmbu wince as a burst of pain shot through the sensitive nerves.
Both of them were seriously injured. Flame had multiple lacerations along his legs and arms from being swamped on the ground by players. He was also pretty sure he'd been stabbed through his chestplate, although a totem had probably healed it. That didn't mean it didn't hurt. It stung like hell, like something was in his stomach, even though there was nothing. Flame hated that damned feeling. His horns had also been slashed at, although they thankfully hadn't been cut clean off, but the sensitive nerves inside the horns radiated with pain.
Wemmbu wasn't off any better-he definitely had broken at least one of his wrists, if not both, from how much he'd been macing players. His left horn was also dripping black blood onto his face, the sensitive bundle of nerves having been nicked earlier. His knees also hurt from crashing down with his mace multiple times, one of them most likely having been popped during the battle. He twitched the small wings at his waist, letting out a sigh of relief that the sensitive things hadn't been injured.
Unfortunately for the two of them, they heard the sound of someone flying with an elytra, causing them both to tense. Wemmbu shakily held his mace, the large weapon heavy in his grasp. Flame held his sword in his hands, although his grip was slightly shaky. The two looked up to see Lettuce flying at them at full speed, potion in hand.
Wemmbu and Flame swung their weapons at the incoming threat, only to miss as a potion was flung at them, leaving them disoriented and coughing as the particles burst apart midair.
"What the f-fuck?" Wemmbu coughed, waving particles away with his hand.
"Hell if I know," Flame replied, mid-cough as the particles finally dissipated. Wemmbu groaned in annoyance, looking around as he realized Lettuce had booked it right after that stunt.
"Weird..." Flame muttered, glancing at where effects would show up for potions. "It didn't leave any effects on us..."
"What..?" Wemmbu replied, his tone bewildered.
"I said what I said," Flame shrugged, wincing as the movement pulled at his wounds. "...We probably should find somewhere to patch ourselves up.."
"We could go to the End..." Wemmbu suggested, glancing at Flame for a response. Flame simply nodded, and the two headed off.
"MINUTE!" Minute froze, whipping around from his position in his base as he heard Egg's shriek. The seraphim was normally composed and nonchalant, so hearing him scream was not exactly good.
"WE HAVE A PROBLEM!" Egg shrieked, his tone mortified and confused.
Rushing up the stairs to the main part of the main island in the End, Minute's eyes locked onto Egg's hunched form over two small, bleeding ones at the entrance to the island. Minute dashed over to Egg, only to freeze in recognition of what looked to be children beneath the seraphim.
"What in Mojang..?"