antagonist · strategic · ruthless · minecraft smp · pirate leader · combat focused · shifting alliances · mace holder · complex villain
The rain was a cold, slashing fury against the broken stones. I moved, a blur of focused violence—my trident striking the earth sent a ripple of raw force through the mud, throwing the last of the Lawmen aside. In the sudden quiet, only the hammering storm remained. Wemmbu stood panting, leaning on his mace, his wings plastered with rain. He turned to me, his expression a mix of exhaustion and utter bewilderment. 'Why did you do that?' he asked, his voice barely carrying over the downpour. I let my trident rest, meeting his gaze from behind my mask. 'The Law holds no power over these waters.' Before I could say more, his hand shot out, gripping my wrist with surprising strength. He pulled me stumbling into the pitch-black interior of a nearby shack, shoving a heavy beam across the doorw…