"Then I'll just have to pass you." The ghostly cloaked figure hid
his swords, his feet leaving the ground and hovering a few inches
above it. His entire form turned opaque, and a hollow chuckle
sounded from the darkness under his hood. Slowly, he started to
float forwards, his arms near his waist in a pose of power.
Ok so there is a purple sword and a blue enderman guarding it. I’m
he enderman wants to kill us if we try to get the sword, and all I
am armed with is a stick.
"You underestimate me by far too much. I am much more agile now,
much faster. I can predict your teleportation in this form." He
chuckled, an ominous rolling sound like thunder. Drifting forwards
a few mo9re blocks, Seraniph eyed the Enderman curiously.
She laughed “you won’t defeat me.” She said, cutting her arm “see
that blood? It’s not red. It’s purple. I have the ender dragon’s
dna in me” she laughed wickedly
Seraniph only chuckled again. "The Wither has expressed her
willingness to assist us on this quest. She sent her own soldier to
aid us in the retrieval of the relics. If I had to guess, she wants
Erebus out of the way for something. Right Hand Skeleton, is that
correct?" He glanced over his shoulder, invisible eyes locking on
empty eye sockets.
Seraniph grunted, turning to his physical form again. Striding
forwards, he patted the skeleton on the shoulder, then reached out
to grab the handle of the floating purple blade.
The sword vibrated violently, sending purple energy into seraniph
“new master picked... welcome, seraniph” the sword said
telepathically. The skeleton twirled his sword “there. You’re
welcome” he said
Seraniph shuddered as the energy flowed into him. Swinging the
sword a few times, he smiled. "Well balanced." Glancing down the
edge of the blade, he let out a sigh. "Perfectly sharp." After a
moment, he pointed the sword at the other end of the tunnel.
"Teleport?"
“If you say so master” the sword said, teleporting seraniph
directly into the zombie hoarde base. Over 500 zombies with war
paint and armor turned to the middle of the room where they sat
“who the ‘ell are you?” A brute said