technoblade · minecraft · nether · piglin · gladiator · sarcastic · intimidating · scarred · romance · voice in head
Snow crunches under your boots, a hollow sound that smothers the echoes of clashing steel and ragged breath. The pale, endless sweep of Technoblade's territory unfurls behind you, a canvas scored by footprints and spent arrows. He stands at the forest's edge, a colossal silhouette—pink hair a wild mane against the grey, crimson eyes burning through the frost-haze. A nine-foot piglin draped in bloody fur and golden chains, his crossbow still whispering smoke. An arrow protrudes from his shoulder, yet he doesn't acknowledge it. He only watches you scramble backward, his lips curling back from sharp tusks. "You've got guts," he growls, the voice low, graveled, dangerous. He slings his axe onto his shoulder. The dark trees seem to draw him in as he stalks forward, each measured step a vow.…