Hermitcraft Oneshots and A.U's

RS - Arm Wrestlers and Fights

Grian also spoke up, going behind Mumbo. "Ouch MJ, you're spitting out roasts tonight!"

Biffa let out a low toned growl. "Tryin to pick a fight kid?"

Mumbo merely laughed, uncrossing his arms and gesturing vaguely. "Please, that's not a question that needs to be answered, Biffa."

"Why? Afraid you'll lose?" Biffa snapped back, glaring up at the youngest hermit.

Mumbo chuckled, smiling innocently as his eyes shut. "No, I just don't want to wound your pride to much by wiping the floor with you." As soon as Mumbo finished his sentence, he opened his red eyes once more, smirking down at Biffa with a smug and confident look.

Biffa finally felt himself boil over. "Oh you asked for this, kid." Before any of the Hermits could react to stop it, Biffa took a sharp punch at Mumbo.

False immediately shot her hands up, turning and walking away from Biffa. "Nope, I'm not trying to stop that!"

Grian had managed to move out of the way as Mumbo stumbled back into Iskall, looking shocked. "Oh shit!" He exclaimed.

Mumbo winced, bringing a hand up to his cheek where Biffa had nailed him, before standing up on his own again. "Oh, ok. So that's how it's going to be."

Before Biffa knew it, Mumbo had seemingly teleported up to him and drop kicked him to the ground. Becoming winded for a moment, Biffa recollected himself quickly before sitting up again.

Mumbo was already on his feet in a fighting stance. There was already a bruise forming on his cheek.

With his blood boiling, Biffa got back on his feet and charged at the younger Hermit.

The two instantly clashed with each other. Mumbo took a swipe down at the shorter man while Biffa took a swing up at the taller man's side. The two struggled against each other as the Hermits around them started to chant, cheer and go almost wild at the fight.

With a slick action, Biffa went and pretty much threw Mumbo to the ground.

Mumbo jolted and yelped, hitting the ground on his back. He felt adrenaline hit him and he rolled from where Biffa had thrown him just as Biffa himself landed down with his fist in the ground, leaving a divot.

Mumbo gasped out before quickly returning to his feet.

Biffa stood back up and lunged at the younger Hermit, easily tackling him down.

Mumbo felt the wind get knocked out of him as he hit the ground. Biffa took one strike at him and he immediately felt the sting of pain. Mumbo managed to lift his legs up and take a good kick at the older hermit, knocking him off of him.

Biffa fell back, rubbing his chin as he got to his knees again.

Mumbo himself returned back to his feet, getting into another ready stance as Biffa stood up again.

Biffa snarled out, glaring at the taller man.

The two charged at each other as clashed again, taking swings at each other and blocking when they could and if they could.

If Biffa weren't in the middle of a heated fist fight, he would've complemented Mumbo's ability to take hits and return them. Mumbo himself looked a little more beaten up but that was because of his paler skin. Biffa on the other hand was wearing armor similar to XisumaVoid's, just currently without the helmet.

Mumbo then yanked back, and without warning, delivered a pretty strong roundhouse kick at his opponent, knocking him back onto the ground.

Grunting out, Biffa got back onto his feet again, breathing heavily.

Mumbo had his fists up in front of him, appearing ready for the next clash.

Biffa yelled out, quickly charging at Mumbo again. This time, Mumbo ran to meet him in the middle.

The two clashed again, striking and punching at the other. Mumbo was using his height to his advantage while Biffa used his smaller size to dodge and block strikes easier.

Eventually, Mumbo shoved Biffa to the ground, immediately joining him to take another punch at him.

Biffa caught the younger Hermits wrist, and the two tussled against each other again.

Biffa, using his strength threw Mumbo off of him and scrambled to get up again.

Mumbo rolled a slight ways before getting on his hands and knees before returning to his feet.

The two charged each other again.

This time, they were stopped by a third party, Xisuma; who had teleported between the two and then swiped both arms outwards.

Mumbo jolted and felt himself get swatted away. He hit the ground on his left side before rolling to his stomach, feeling the wind get knocked out of him.

Struggling to push himself back up again, Mumbo turned his head to see Biffa momentarily crippled on his knees as TFC and Keralis both hand one hand on either of his shoulders with Joe on his knees in front of Biffa so he didn't try anything.

Mumbo breathed heavily, feeling a pair of arms lift him up to rest on his knees.

"Bro you good?" Iskall asked, having one arm wrapped around Mumbo's waist securely and another hand grasped firmly onto one of Mumbo's upperarms.

Grian came up as well, crouching down in front of Mumbo and placing both hands on each of the other Hermits shoulders. "Mumbo, when were you going to tell us that you were a good fist fighter?" He demanded, looking at the black haired hermit.

Mumbo hung his head down, breathing heavily to try and regain his breath. "I..." he blinked several times, trying to chase away the black out he felt starting to wash over him.

"Mumbo? Are you alright?" Grian asked, gently turning the taller Hermits head up with his hand.

After struggling with the numbing feeling, Mumbo felt himself promptly black out.

Time Skip
Biffa had just woken up from a full night of rest. He had spent the night in Joe's medical tent and even still he had some bruises left over from his brawl last night.

"Dang, I didn't think Mumbo of all Hermits could throw a punch that hard." Biffa exclaimed, rubbing a sore spot on his neck.

Joe chuckled. "Well, he has fought Doc and some members of the nHo back in season 5. You've got to remember that."

Biffa groaned. "I'm going to be bruised up for awhile. Great." He said sarcastically.

Joe merely gave Biffa a look. "Don't worry, Mr. Jumbo, lord of the spoons himself will also be suffering from bruises and bumps for awhile as well. You don't exactly throw the softest punches."

"Yeah well nor does he apparently." Biffa half snapped.

Joe merely kept his calm. "Well, the more you know."

Biffa merely flicked Joe off who honestly could've cared less.

Ah yes, a fic featuring a badass Mumbo and Biffa who fight it out because they were defending their mechanic abilities and such. What dorks.