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The group groaned as Cardes regenerated yet again. The only viable strategy that was available now was to do enough damage to kill him immediately. They watched as the god summoned two humanoid figures, possibly lesser gods, who were immediately obliterated by Herobrine. If the god can barely summon a challenge, then it won't be long till he can no longer regenerate.
"Um, lads, can I have a brief word?" said John, beckoning the Chosen Few. They would huddle together whilst Herobrine let loose larger-than-life hell on Cardes. There would be some muttering from Jonathan.
"Well, firstly that's not a nice thing to refer to someone," said Max. "Secondly, apparently the guy's gotta demon inside of him which he can barely control. I'm not complainin', of course, cause he's saving us some trouble, but I'm not sure we should trust a guy who can barely contain himself."
"Has he had an exorcism in the past?" said John.
"Dunno, he never said."
"Well, if the worst comes to the worst, he could, ah..." he would mutter a bit more so no one else can here. Fancy's paper brow would scrunch up. "That seems a bit unfair, John, considering he's just a young man."
"I don't know how old he is, but he seems to be enjoying himself rather too much, if you know what I mean," said John. "A man who laughs like he's got a voice augmenter set to "Demonic" shouldn't be trusted in my opinion."
"I think I thaw him try and cut himthelf before," said Jack, as if exploring a rather difficult tooth cavity.
"Then a suicidal, demonic man shouldn't be trusted with the power he as now," concluded John. He would look over their heads to see Herobrine send beams of possibly infernal power towards Cardes whilst, yes, laughing demoniacally.