We were falling for a solid ten minutes. Then I saw something. It looked like an arena. We were about to crash into it! Then we hit it. I expected to die instantly, but somehow, we survived. "I don't like this place..." Said Ivan. Bruce whimpered in agreement.

We got up. The arena was littered with bones and weapons. "Hey, you there!" called a voice. I saw a man is a cloak. "You are my new gladiators." "What?!" said Frosty. " You can't just make people your gladiators!"

"Oh, yes I can." said the man. "You are to fight to the death with the most hated mobs... creepers!" "I hate creepers." I said. "Everyone does." Said Frosty.

Suddenly, a creeper appeared out of nowhere. Ivan pulled out his bow and shot the darn thing right in the head.

Then, another creeper appeared. Shawn pulled out his sword and stabbed it. Then a creeper spawned behind him, but he didn't see it. Bruce jumped on it's head and started biting it. He barked loudly.

"Very well." Said the cloaked man. "You have proved yourselves worthy. Now you will have to fight... Me!"

He took off his cloak.