Skizzleman was doomed to fall by phantom

Grian stared at the message as it entered chat, grimacing. Was it intentional? Had Skizz meant to die? He'd been close enough to see as he waited for the area to clear, but not hear. Skizz had flown away, maybe in surrender, and been killed. 

Now it was just him and Impulse. 

'Army of phantoms.' Grian crept as close as he dared from the entrance of Impulse's base. 'For ages we have sought peace and freedom. But Ren has stood in our way for too long. Today, at Skizz's command, we stand and fight for what we should've been given back when Ren became king. Our army and Doc's have been treated like outsiders and monsters for too long. And we will stand for it no more... what we're about to do is mad, stupid and insane. But it's our last option. Now, who's with me?'

The crown hissed and screeched and yelled with excitement. Grian shrunk back, TNT in one hand and fireworks in the other, as they took to the skies, following Pearl and the hoard of phantoms as they flew away towards spawn. 

It was time. 

Contrary to whatever Impulse thought would work, Grian entered Pearl's base with TNT first. He knew the phantoms wouldn't just surrender their control once they'd won. Someone needed to knock them down as much as Ren, and prove victory for himself, not the hybrids. 

It didn't take long to ensure the destruction of Pearl's artwork of a base. Grian flew away, glad none of the TNT was visible as he took one last photo of it before shooting towardz the shopping district for the second part of the plan.

He could hear everything way before he could see it. The sounds of fighting, explosions... the shopping district was chaos as he glided over the mountains. Far below, he could see Joel screaming as he faced Etho; Tango and Jimmy back to back as they fought Hypno and xB; Scott teleporting next to Pearl to fight her. Doc was firing TNT cannons and his own fireballs at whoever got in his way, spreading the destruction further, if that was even possible. Pix retorted with dragon's breath, flying out of the way of the chaos. Grian landed to splash an invisibility potion before taking to the air again. The phantoms were swooping in, slashing, lifting hermits into the air and dropping them back down again. Death messages came in, but the hybrids just kept respawning. Victory would be near-impossible. 

Grian caught a glimpse of Skizz as he slashed brutally at Zedaph before getting shoved to the floor by the ravager. He staggered to his feet, bleeding but unrelenting. Joe stuck people in place with spiderwebs for others to shoot down. Bdubs and Sausage were overwhelmed by the noise, looking around for whoever was making the most. 

Barely avoiding Joey's trident as it soared for Oli, Grian landed on the roof of the crastle, breaking his way inside. It was empty - thankfully - and he started work placing TNT... top levels, bedrooms. He got another glimpse of the fight from the balcony...  death messages filled chat in a constant buzz he had to check in case Impulse's was among them. Stress hit the wall, wings torn and on fire from Jimmy's fireball. The wall exploded and Grian backed away, out of the room and back down the stairs, placing more TNT as he went. Another death message and a jolt of emotion before realising it was Iskall not Impulse. 

Voices. Grian froze mid-step as Ren's voice reached him before continuing to descend, silent as he could be.  They couldn't find out he was there... 

He slipped into the throne room. Ren was facing the other way, threatening Impulse. The only other person there was Martyn, watching the argument. 

Before turning to him.

Grian backed out the room. Martyn silently joined him, expression unreadable, black eyes narrowed.

'What are you doing?' He hissed. 

'Do you like Ren as king?' It was his only chance. Martyn paused, then shook his head.  'Keep him distracted while I blow up this place.' Whatever creeper instincts Martyn had lit up at the idea of blowing stuff up.

'Deal.' He held out his hand to shake, then realised he'd explode if Grian tried to take it and took it back, nodding instead. Grian gave a relieved smile, before continuing to place TNT as Martyn returned to the room.

'Ren- my king- please. Listen to me. I promise it's important.' Impulse said for the 10th time. 'I can spy on Pearl's team without becoming a hybrid. If you kill me she'll know I'm on your side.'

'If you're not a hybrid, you're not on my side.' Ren growled back.

 'Why?'

'Because you're different. The others won't accept you! We're creating unity!'

'Pearl's group's been a lot better at creating unity because at least they're all the same mob.'

'So you're on her side?'

'No!' Impulse sighed. 'Ren, please.' He checked chat for the all clear again, growing desperate 'She just killed Skizz why would I be on her side?'

'Ren, maybe Impulse is telling the truth...'

'SILENCE!' Ren snapped. Martyn stepped away, hissing. 'Impulse started the resistance. Why would he change sides now?'

'Because they killed Skizz!' Impulse snapped, tired of the repetition. Another message in chat. Impulse's eyes flitted over to it. 

Grian hit the ground too hard

Grian whispered to you: It's nearly done

You whispered to Grian: HURRY UP

'Impulse? Who are you messaging?'

'Grian. To tell him to activate plan B.'

'Plan B?' Ren was going to die anyway. It didn't matter what he knew any more

'Yeah. Grian's waiting to blow this place up right now...'

'Grian just died.' Martyn argued back. 

'Grian set his spawn very nearby.' 

'Martyn find him.' Ren growled, terror filling his voice. With a nod the creeper sprinted off. Impulse and Ren were alone.

'Then I've just got to kill you before you can give whatever signal you're going to give.'

'What if my death is the signal?' Impulse challenged, backing away, drawing a sword. 'How do you know I've not already given it... maybe I messaged him the signal...'

Ren shoved Impulse to the ground, growling. 

'You know what's right under here?' 

'What?' Impulse glared back from the ground. 

'The warden.' Ren drew a pickaxe. Impulse scrambled to his feet. 

'You wouldn't.' 

'I would.' 

But Impulse had another plan, placing a block of TNT. 

'You kill me and I light this TNT. And this TNT will light the other TNT Grian's hidden around here.' Ren's eyes widened. 'I won't have time to die to the warden because I'll blow up first. And so will you and this whole castle. YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO WIN, REN.' Impulse yelled, tears down his face. Why hadn't Grian finished yet? Surely he'd had enough time to fly back... 'YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO WIN!'

He lit the TNT, before sprinting away. Ren bellowed back for him to stop, but it was too late. 

Impulse barely got out the room before the world turned to fire. 

What is it with me not having inspiration and then ending up writing more than I needed?