The Friendly Creeper Part 22

"Something is going on," Gillian pointed at something.
As Kitty and I left the building, we saw what she was pointing at. Zombies, skeletons riding on spiders, creepers, and even Endermen were pouring into the village from all sides. Guards and militia left houses and structures to defend the village. Confused villagers were killed or injured trying to escape.

My thoughts then immediately turned to Cobble.

"They're after Cobble!" I exclaimed.

"Who's Cobble?" Gillian replied, confused.

"Never mind, we have to find the white creeper!" I said, scanning the crowd for signs of Cobble. "I might know where he is!"

"You don't have anything to fight in!" Gillian shouted, as I ran through the crowd.

"It doesn't matter!" I yelled back. "Every second Cobble isn't with us, he's closer to danger!"

When Kitty, Gillian, her creeper and I made it to the town hall, two guards were engaged in defeating a pack of zombies. They seemed to be struggling, but we ran by, as though not to attract any attention. They still noticed, though.

"HEY YOU! GET BACK HERE!" One guard pulled his iron sword out of a zombie's stomach, and the two guards started after me. Gillian grabbed his sword arm, and jerked the sword out of his grasp. Then I shoved him into the crowd of zombies. His screams were barely audible over the zombies biting into his body. The other guard swung his sword just barely over her head, caught off-guard by his comrade being shoved past him. Gillian stabbed her sword into the guard's chest, and threw him to the side. He lay in pain, unable to move as the remaining zombies gathered around him.

We ran up the stairs, opened the doors, and ducked as a farmer flew overhead, screaming.

A massive battle was occurring in the room. Guards and militia were using anything available: swords, bows, TNT, shovels, pickaxes, wood axes, sticks, and even farming hoes, for some of the farmers. Chaos ensued as monsters were stabbed, arrows were shot into workers, spiders and zombies bit into human flesh, and explosions rocked the room. And in the middle of it, there was the cage holding Cobble!

Ralph was also in the middle, wielding a ceremonial golden sword. He was yelling orders left and right, trying to get a foothold in the disorder.

"He seems pissed off," the scarf creeper observed.

I suddenly felt incapacitated, as though I couldn't move my arms. They were swollen and red from the bruises, and I massaged them. I wouldn't be able to fight with these arms.

"Where's Kitty?" I wondered aloud. "We need her to charge through!"

"It doesn't matter!" Gillian shouted. "We need to get out! It's too dangerous!"

"NO!" I replied, "We need Cobble!"