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The Watchers are invading Hermitcraft looking and demanding for a Xelqua.
“Watchers were invading his server. No, not his , this was not the time to get possessive” Xisuma thought, shaking his head to clear his mind. He was rushing to get to Boatem, or more specifically the Boatem Hole, typing the command to teleport as quickly as he could.
He got an alert from multiple of his admin screens that there was an intruder on the server, someone who’s code was much different than a normal player. Something’s code that was filled with galactic- looking similar to one of a Watcher’s.
Xisuma knew plenty about watchers, he was a voidwalker after all and they had a history. But disregarding that, he’s heard all about them, he’s heard the stories, been warned of the outcomes in his admin classes.
Xisuma couldn't even begin to fathom seeing any of the hermits hurt, he knew they could do more than just hurt them but he couldnt allow it. He’d do anything to keep the hermits safe.
He managed to teleport to the sidelines, thankfully being able to survey the problem before jumping straight in. He wasn’t very far, next to Mumbo’s chair mountain, but he could still see from here the tall robed figure stood among the Boatem crew.
Despite getting the notification immediately and his reaction time Xisuma still wasn't quick enough, Scar laying on the ground unmoving with Impulse and Pearl hovering over him with their own injuries, Mumbo bleeding from a head injury with Grian next to him.
Mumbo and Grian were too close to the Watcher in Xisuma’s opinion. Rushing over he stood between his hermits and the Watcher, sword in hand.
“Admin. Your world inhabits a traitor. We demand Xelqua be returned.” The Watcher spoke, voice louder than of a normal player's range and holding a monotonous tone.
“I do not know of this person under the name Xelqua, however you have injured my players and I must insist that you leave” Xisuma wasn't dumb enough to curse out a watcher, he tried to keep up the niceties in hopes that it would please them and leave his server.
“As if I’d believe the word of a voidwalker” The watcher scoffed. “Hand over Xelqua or we will take this issue into our own hands”
“Is that a threat?” Xisuma tried to ask calmly, hands twitching to open his admin panels and inventory.
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This was familiar Grian realised. A Watcher stood in front of him with malevolent intentions. Although this time he wasn't alone and he definitely wasn't useless.
“Is that a threat?” Xisuma asked from in front of him. He really was a good admin. Grian could see as Xisuma’s calm facade withered the longer the Watcher stood its ground.
He turned his attention back to the others, Pearl and Impulse had moved Scar further away from the commotion, Scar having been unfortunately the first to come into contact with the Watcher and not leaving the greatest impression.
Mumbo also wasn't in the greatest condition, a gaping head wound proving to be worrisome. Grian had put a cloth against the bleed but it was still soaking through.
He glanced back to Pearl and Impulse in hopes of getting at least one of their attentions, and thankfully Pearl looked back over and caught his glance. Thankfully, using whatever crazy mind reading powers she gained from being his “sister” she immediately knew what he wanted.
She looked back at Impulse and relayed something before slowly heading back towards Grian, as much as Grian didn't want Pearl to come closer to the Watcher, he also didn’t want to leave a very injured Mumbo without help.
“He’s bleeding pretty bad from his head, I’ve put this cloth as a temporary bandage but he needs more, here” Quickly before she could comment Grian passed Mumbo to Pearl and made sure she held down the cloth.
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Xisuma was doing his best to protect the hermits. He didn’t know anybody under the name Xelqua but he was sure if he did he wouldn’t surrender them.
Everybody was injured in their own way, Grian was tending to Mumbo’s head injury behind him and he just told one of the hermits to flee from the scene to which they hesitantly finally did.
Getting up he swore to himself that he would hold back the watcher in front of him until everybody could run to safety, he didn’t expect Grian to push him behind him.
He can’t remember much after this but he does remember seeing a flash of purple and white and,
eyes so many eyes
invading his sight.
He came back to his senses in a bed, underground with a few of the hermit’s rushing around to help anyone.