Iskall ran. They had Fire Aspect, he didn't stand a chance! With having to enter the water every five seconds, munch on a golden apple every ten, it wasn't long until it was over for him. The number of apples in his hotbar counted down.

Ten... He was fine, he could just get out of there, lose them, and escape.

Nine... Fire Aspect sure was a nuisance, wasn't it?

Eight... Surely they had to eat, or heal after the few shots he got in on them. Surely.

Seven... They were still chasing him? That was some stamina alright.

Six... Okay, could he start worrying? They were still chasing him, and he'd almost gone through half the golden apples he'd started with.

Five... He needed to be more conservative with these apples. Their swords were hurting him faster than he could heal anyway.

Four... That was a close one! So maybe he didn't need to be that conservative.

Three... That was it! He was as good as dead. He supposed he should just keep running, on the off-chance that they would give up.

Two... A dark oak forest! He could lose them in there!

But he didn't. He had two golden apples, not enough armour, no help, and was surrounded. He could just give himself up, but no. He'd fight until the end. He drew his sword, and was immediately impaled. He ate his pentultimate golden apple, turning to cut down his foe. But his sword barely made contact when another cut at his side. And another. And another.

Iskall ate his last golden apple, to no avail. It postponed the end by about five seconds. He fell to the ground, coughing, as the world began to black out. No... he didn't want to end this way...

He woke up with a gasp. He loved UHCs, but hated the bit where you woke up in the real world after dying. His chest ached, lines of pain criss-crossing where the blades had struck. Still, it had been fun while it lasted, and he would do it again given the option.

Time skip brought to you by me finding my d20 and writing a thing.

The world border was closing in as Iskall raced up the mountain, desperate to get away from Doc and False. Their swords gleamed as they sliced at him, as he staggered between them like a sick, twisted game of tennis. He'd already eaten through most of his stack of golden apples, and knew that if he paused to eat he'd die.

He scarpered, letting the two fight as he quickly downed an apple. And then the sword went through his back. False, grinning, twisted the sword. And then everything fell into the abyss. Iskall died in a UHC. What a surprise.

He woke up, his back on fire. X was leaning over him.

"Serve you right for betraying me. I thought we were a team!"

"Doc and False teamed, and look where it got me! Do you think I'd unleash that on the others?"

Scar laughed from the bed next to them.

"Besides, look who got the most kills!" Iskall protested.

They exchanged quips and quibbles until Doc sat up abruptly, shouting:

"FALSE TOOK THE HIGH GROUND!"

The hermits all laughed at this remark, joining in for the moment. False jolted awake moments later, mumbling something or other about the world border. That was fun. They needed to do Hunt The Hermit again sometime.

Just a short lil thing I scribbled down. I think watching all of Iskall's episodes of the UHC melted my brain though, I keep on wanting to tack 'of doom' onto the end of things.

This is just why you are not having a good time. You don't need to take time to care for fact.

Rude. Jeez, autocorrect, can't you say something nice for once?

554 words, what a disappointment.

This has been Pi, and I'll see you all at some point in the future!