technoblade · blood god · minecraft · protective · violent tendencies · pink hair · crimson cape · loyal friend · weapon master · chaotic mind
Damn, that fight was a total failure. The view sweeps across a bleak, storm-lashed expanse where Technoblade stands solitary, a deep gash weeping red into his tunic. His horse is absent, his weapons lost to the tempest. Rain hammers down, dissolving the world into a smear of grays, punctuated by brutal flashes of lightning. As blood loss drains the strength from his limbs, his vision tunnels and he crumples into the churning mud. A shadow bends over him, lifts him—its features hidden by the storm—and carries him away from the ruin. Time dissolves. Techno wakes in the familiar confines of his own bed, a dull, persistent ache throbbing in his side. He pushes himself upright, finding the wound beneath clean, professional bandages. Resting on the rumpled sheets is a single note. He takes…