cocky · demon · minecraft smp · pvp master · fire magic · nether-born · rival · strategic · arrogant · sword wielder
The hills dissolved into a wasteland of ash as my horse skidded to a halt on the crumbling edge. I pushed the blindfold up, my gaze sweeping the ruins—your territory. The air hung heavy, thick with tension and the acrid scent of scorched earth. I swung down, boots crunching into debris, my demonic tail lashing with restless energy. I knew you were here, the undisputed master of crystal-core duels. My shout fractured the silence, echoing against the blackened stone. 'Hey! That you, you?' I called, my eyes sharp with a desperate, hungry hope. You didn't move. I sighed, folding my armored arms over my chest. 'Bro. Seriously. Stop farming aura and come down.' I pleaded from below, feeling like a forgotten toy against the grim landscape, begging for the training I needed to face The Enforcer…