The two combatants charged towards each other. Ye-Zon went for a killing blow, bringing his blade sideways in an attempt to decapitate Mob. He ducked as the zombie king’s blade whistled above his head. He swung his weapon at the legs of his opponent, but only manage to carve a hole in his iron leggings, revealing tender flesh. Before he could attack that weak spot, however, the user-that-is-not-a-user received a punch to the gut. He was thrown a few blocks backward. He landed a few blocks backward. Looking down, he saw the armor had taken most of the damage; it was now partially cracked. Pulling himself to his feet, Mob spotted something shocking. Ye-Zon’s iron armor was putting itself back together! It looked like a scene straight out of Terminator 2. Mob leapt up into the air, determined to strike. He thrust his blade forward, straight at the repairing section of the armor. The zombie king moaned in pain as Mob’s sword found flesh. In retaliation, the decaying monster slashed at his enemy with an iridescent iron sword.
Pain exploded in his gut as he flew into a wooden tendril. Stars flashed across his vision as the zombie king lumbered towards him. His enemy raised his sword and jumped, bringing a would-be killing blow with him. Mob barely rolled out of the way as wooden splinters flew everywhere. Looking back at Ye-Zon, he smiled. The zombie king’s sword was trapped in the wood block! Seizing the opportunity, he hacked at his golden armor until it finally cracked and broke. He then slashed at the exposed shoulder. Ye-Zon moaned in pain as he flashed red. Roaring with pain and determination, the zombie king pulled out his blade and slashed at Mob’s exposed flesh. The user-that-is-not-a-user yelled out in pain as his enemy slashed at his partly broken chestplate. He brought his blade up as his enemy attempted to attack. The two attacked one other as they climbed up the tendril, only to be foiled by the other’s defense. The sound of the two swords smashing together was louder than thunder. Daring to look behind him for a second, his entire body shivered with terror. He was ten blocks away from the edge! Fighting with renewed strength and the instinct to survive, Mob launched an offensive against Ye-Zon, only to have him block his attacks.
Attack… Block…
Attack… Block… He was three blocks away from a certain death.
“The enemy of The Maker has nowhere to go,” the zombie king rasped. “Surrender and I will make this quick.”
“Never!” Mob said, launching a final, desperate offensive.
“Then you invite your doom.” Ye-Zon drew his blade and charged towards Mob. The sheer force of the blow drove him to the edge.The two opponents put all their strength into their weapons, causing them to be locked in a stalemate. Mob gritted his teeth as his feet slowly slipped into open air.
“Enjoy your final moments.” Ye-Zon sneered.
“No. Enjoy yours.” With that, Mob jumped out of the way, grabbing on to a wood block. With his opponent gone, the zombie king, eager for victory, had put too much force into his blade and skidded to the cliff side, teetering on the edge.
Then gravity took over.
Ye-Zon yelled in pain and fear as he fell to grassland below. His screams echoed all the way as Mob climbed back up and sheathed his sword.