Character: Steve
Level: 1
Location: Smash Arena
Tag: [@Holy Soldier][@Etherean Fire][@Lmpkio][@DracoLunaris][@Zarkun][@Lugubrious][@Crosswire][@Guardian Angel Haruki][@Afro Samurai]
Word Count: 299

Steve stood after wrestling the thief. He drew his sword again as he began chasing it. Then it became corrupted or infected or whatever. He looked around quickly and grabbed a string before pulling wood from his inventory to make sticks and a crafting table. He soon held a bow. "Arrows." he began muttering to himself. "I need arrows." He quickly grabbed a few sharp things that could work as arrow heads before proceeding to attach them to sticks. He wouldn't get much range with them without feathers, though. He grabbed whatever he could attach to the arrows as feathers, ending up with only 5 total. "If only I could enchant infinity on this bow." he grumbled, running after the body snatcher. He heard a voice yelling towards him. "On it!" he called back with a sigh. With a frown, he began laying a 6 foot wall, preventing anyone from escaping back into the arena. He looked back and saw the other heroes seemed to have a handle on the Body Snatcher and took notice its bag wasn't in its hands. He forced himself through the crowd until he found the bag and what appeared to be a half mutated or half digested, or maybe a little of both, person crawling out. "Hey!" he called, trying to get the others' attention. "We got a problem here!" he quickly made a fence and a gate, allowing protection and safety for the uninfected. He ran further up, investigating the commotion further. He gasped at the scene with the soldiers. "Stop!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, jumping in front of the innocents. "These are innocent victims trying to escape!" as soon as the weapons were pointed at him, he dove and slammed a wood block down to hide behind.