War on his fiery Donkey steed took a step toward Bob unsheathing a sword so large that it dwarfed his tiny goblin frame. The flames from his mount's hooves crackled and his eyes glowed with an intense rage. Bob gulped, his heart pounding in his chest, as he tried to process the ridiculous sight before him. How is that even possible? He's like half my size, maybe a little taller, how is he wielding a sword that big? It's fucking mind-boggling!

The air crackled with tension as War locked eyes with Bob and bellowed, "As you wish, foolish mortal!"

Bob's inner thoughts were interrupted by a familiar sound in his head.

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Peacebringer

All Stats +10 Indestructible ATK: 50

What the fuck? How does that even make sense? A sword called Peacebringer? Seriously? Fuck it, I don't have time for this right now. Focus, on the maniacal Goblin bearing down on you with a pillar of a sword.

With a thunderous roar, War kicked his fiery steed into a gallop, closing the distance between them in a matter of seconds. Bob's instincts kicked in, snapping him out of the depths of his own mind, just in time for him to will the newly acquired item into his hand. A sword that felt woefully inadequate in the face of War's monstrous weapon.

War charged at Bob with unmatched ferocity, swinging his enormous sword in wide arcs that seemed to cut through the air itself. The ground shook with each pounding hoof of his fiery mount, and Bob could feel the heat radiating from the flaming mane as War closed in. Bob blocked the sword strike in the nick of time, the sheer force of the sword coupled with the charge of the donkey pushed Bob backward. Bob tightened his grip, his knuckles turning white as he held on for dear life against War. His feet dug furrows into the ground as he was pushed back until he managed to stabilize himself and the momentum of the charge was spent.

Bob ducked and dodged, narrowly avoiding the lethal swings of the massive sword, but he knew he couldn't keep it up for long. Sweat dripped down Bob's face as he tried to find an opening in War's relentless assault. Bob knew he couldn't win this fight alone, he just had to find a second to distance himself so he could activate the summoning ability without losing his head. With a burst of adrenaline-fueled courage, Bob lunged forward, aiming for a gap in War's armor. But his strike was easily deflected by the sheer force of War's mighty blade, which sliced through the air with a bone-chilling whistling sound.

The force of the swing sent Bob flying through the air, he hit the ground and rolled with his momentum, before coming back to his feet breathing heavily. Now or never, Bob! Get your shit together or die! Bob quickly caught his breath and activated the Summoning function of the Rolodex. The reel spun wildly before locking in the Diminutive Minotaur card. Immediately after the multiplier reel spun, before locking in a 5x mutliplier. Five Diminutive Minotaurs materialized in front of Bob, they saluted him before charging at War. Bob felt a weird feeling wash over him, one he hadn't felt in quite some time.

Oh shit, not the curse. Not now! Bob shouted in his mind while his body slowly shrank and morphed into a Diminutive Minotaur. FUCK! Bob flourished his sword in his small Minotaur hand with a sigh, before charging after his minions. Snowball nipping at his heels, barking the whole time, eager to unleash his frosty breath on the enemies of his friend Bob. The Minotaurs got to War first, they began their assault by weaving in and out of his sword strikes, while trying to land as many punches as they could. Bob noticed that the Heatlh Bar above War barely moved. Bob rushed in and started swinging his sword, with the trained practice and precision of one who has never wielded a sword.

The Minotaurs and Bobotaur, were taking slight damage from the sheer heat radiating off of War's Steed. Bob was worried because the singing heat was doing real damage to his body, that could be permanent. He backed off briefly to escape the heat, while he cast a [Gentle Touch] spell on himself, taking away the sting and repairing some of the damage. Snowball unleashed his frosty breath in a cone at the flaming donkey, while dodging its hooves and the rare swing from the sword in Wars hands.

Each consecutive blast of frost coated the donkey and parts of War, the chill debuff slowly started to stack up. It barely slowed War down, but it took the bite out of the donkeys flames steadily until they went out completely. The threat of the heat gone, Bob rushed back in and swung his sword madly in an despearate attempt to deal damage. The combined attacks of the Minotaurs, Bob, and Snowball wittled at Wars health slowly, finally making a noticeable dent in it after what seemed like hours.

War growled in annoyance, swung his sword in a wide arc making the Minotaurs and Snowball dodge and leap away. Bob couldn't dodge quickly enough so he blocked the strike with Peacebringer. Expecting a different result from repeating the same action is the definition of insanity. Bob flew back yet again, this time he didn't quite manage to get the roll right. He landed on the ground with a thud, laying on his back as he fought to get his breath back. He rolled over to the side just in time to witness War charge toward Snowball and deliver a swift quick to the Frost Hound Pup. A pained yelp exploded out of Snowball as he soared through the air, landing in a cloud of dust.

Bob roared in anger, ignoring the pains he stood up, and ran toward Snowball. The [Gentle Touch] spells cascaded onto Snowballs unmoving form, until Bob ran out of MP. Snowball slowly lifted his maw and gave Bob a small lick before he collapsed back to the ground in exhaustion. Bob stood up, determined to finish this fight as quickly as possible. He noticed the cooldown was gone on the Summoning function so he hit it again. The reel spun and spun, it seemed to be taking extra time this go around, and Bob started to stare at the reel oddly. The reel started to slow down, until it stopped competely. Instead of displaying a monster card, it was just blank.

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The hell is this? The reel began to glow with a faint light, slowly the intensity of the light grew until the reel exploded into motes of light so bright they were blinding. In the reels place stood a White Donkey, with a Goblin sat atop it garbed in a white tunic stained with ichor with a bow and quiver on his back. I just summoned PESTILENCE! WHAT THE FUCK? Pestilence placed his sickly green eyed stare on Bob, and its eyes shut up in surprise.

"How is this possible, Mortal? How have you summoned my Avatar? Answer me or Die!" Pestilence coughed out.

Pestilence drew his bow, knocked an arrow, and aimed at Bob. Pestilences surprise grew tenfold when he realised he couldn't release the arrow at Bob, as if some force was stopping him.

*Hahaha, you are full of surprises my friend. Not very many have the inner strength necessary to be able to summon the avatar of a Horseman. And he is upset that he can't attack you. Oh that's rich. The great and powerful Pestilence at the beck and call of a Mortal? I will always remember this.*

Before Bob could even respond Pestilence relaxed the draw on his bow and narrowed his eyes at Bob.

"Is that you Summoner? Oh you bastard, you finally managed to snag my essence and have someone be lucky enough to summon me to their will? You will pay for this arrogance. Sooner or later."

"Enough, I command you to go fight War!"

"As..you wish..." Pestilence unwillingly uttered.

Pestilence urged his donkey into a gallop toward War, all the while launching arrow after arrow laced with all sorts of deadly poisons at his steed. The arrows soared through the sky and fell upon the unsuspecting donkey in droves. War's Steed brayed in pain as the aroows pierced its felsh and the toxins began to set in almost immediately. War saw the arrows and then saw Pestilence charging toward him.

"What are you doing Brother? Why are you attacking me? Better yet how are you here again, so soon after losing all your essence in this world?"

Pestilence answered with a snarl and a barrage of arrows.

"So be it, if this is how it's going to be then you to can taste the bite of War!"

War in a rage, kicked spurred his donkey into a charge toward Pestilence. It made it a few steps before it stopped, and proceeded to keel over dead on the spot. The toxins that Pestilence's arrows injected into its body too much for it to handle. War tumbled to the ground, filled with even more anger as he saw the sickly corpse of his trusty steed. War whipped around and his glowing red eyes leered at Pestilence.

"For that I will choke the life out of you. That I can assure you."

War picked up his massive sword, swung around in circles a few times, before his hands let go of the pommel. The massive sword lanced through the air and split Pestilence's steed in half. Pestilence had managed to leap clear in time. Pestilence grimmaced at the death of his steed and launched his toxic projectiles at War with renewed vigor. The arrows shattered against Wars armor repeatedly as he cosed the distance with Pestilence. War lunged at Pestilence and grabbed his bow, snapping it in half. War threw Pestilence to the ground, ripping his quiver off his back and tossing it aside.

The Minotaurs took this opportunity to try to launch a sneak attack on War. They were unsuccessful as War heard them coming and grabbed each of them in turn and snapped their necks. The Minotaurs dissipated into essence and vanished. The ground trembled as War, the formidable Herald of Battle, and Pestilence, the Embodiment of Disease, squared off in a furious fist fight. Their eyes locked onto each other, and the air crackled with tension as they circled each other, fists raised.

War, known for his prowess with all weapons, charged forward with a thunderous roar, throwing a powerful punch at Pestilence. But Pestilence, agile and elusive, dodged the blow with a swift sidestep, his skeletal frame moving with unnatural grace. He retaliated with a swift jab, aiming for War's midsection, but War blocked it with a quick parry. The two horsemen unleashed a flurry of punches, their fists flying with blinding speed. War's strikes were fueled by his insatiable thirst for battle, while Pestilence's movements were calculated and precise, aiming to weaken his opponent with disease-ridden blows.

War landed a solid uppercut, staggering Pestilence momentarily, but he quickly recovered, delivering a crushing blow to War's side, causing him to grunt in pain. The fight continued in a fierce back-and-forth, with neither of them gaining the upper hand for long. War's fists were like thunderbolts, his anger and aggression fueling his strikes. He landed a powerful hook to Pestilence's jaw, sending him reeling back. But Pestilence, undeterred, retaliated with a cunning move, feinting with a punch before delivering a swift knee strike to War's abdomen. War grunted, feeling the impact, but he refused to back down.

Pestilence's plan was begining to take effect as each strike he landed had started to decay Wars armor. As the fight continued the armor slowly dissolved and fell off War, leaving him more vulnerable to the diseased strikes of Pestilence. The battlefield was now a chaotic arena, with the Horsemen trading blows, their fists colliding with bone-crunching force. War's blood boiled with the thrill of battle, and he unleashed a flurry of punches, driving Pestilence back. But Pestilence, evaded most of the blows, delivering precise strikes to vulnerable spots on War's body. War's breathing grew heavy, his vision blurred by sweat and exertion, but he fought on with unyielding determination.

He managed to land a devastating haymaker, sending Pestilence sprawling to the ground. However, Pestilence's toxic nature came into play as he released a cloud of noxious gas from his fallen form, choking War and weakening his resolve. War stumbled back, coughing and sputtering, his movements sluggish. Pestilence took advantage of the opportunity, delivering a punishing blow to War's weakened side, sending him crashing to the ground. The battle reached its climax as both horsemen stood, battered and bruised, facing each other with weary determination.

Their fists were bloody, and their bodies were covered in bruises and cuts. War's vision blurred, but he summoned the last reserves of his strength for one final, desperate charge. With a guttural roar, War launched himself at Pestilence, fists flying in a blur of motion. Pestilence retaliated with a last-ditch effort, but War's punches landed with devastating accuracy, driving Pestilence back. With a final, powerful punch, War struck Pestilence in the chest, sending him toppling to the ground, defeated. War stadled the prone form of Pestilence and began to strangle what little life remained out of his battered body.

As the dust settled, War stood victorious, breathing heavily, his body battered and bruised. Pestilence was dead, his misty form dissipating into nothingness. The battle had been intense, a clash of raw power and cunning, but in the end, War had emerged as the victor. With a triumphant roar, War raised his fists in the air, his victory echoing across the plains. The roar tapered off in a blood filled gurgle, as Bobs sword erupted out of Wars chest.

Before War's body could dissipate into essence, and be consumed by the Rolodex. Bob leaned in close, and whispered into his ear.

"I have brought Peace."