"Techno! Get your ass out here!"
Techno took a deep breath, adjusting his grip on his axe before he stormed out the door. He straightened out his posture, hiding his nervousness.
"Quackity? Why are you on my property?" He asked, fully knowing the answer. He wanted to hear it from them.
It was obvious anyways, all of them with weapons, ready for battle. And Quackitys prideful smirk was more than enough to let Techno know everything.
"We've come to take you back to L'manburg, traitor." He spoke firmly, spitting out the insult in a way that rocked Technos mind. The voices were going crazy already, asking for blood the man vowed he would never give again.
Kill him!
Wreak havoc on their stupid country.
Pay them back for what they did to you.
Techno swore he was retired. He said he would never fight again, especially them. And he could not give into the voices again, not after what happened the last times. Not after war and death.
"Im a changed man, Quackity." Techno kept himself calm, explaining the best he could without absolutely going off on him. "The voices - they want destruction. I've ignored them. Don't- you guys don't want to do this."
"We are giving you a choice. We can peacefully take you back to L'manburg, and you repay for your wrong-doings, or we can do this the hard way."
"I'm kindly asking you to leave." Techno grinned at them. He kept himself from saying anything else, just walking out from his house into the open.
Quackity did the same, bring his army behind him.
"Techno, we aren't leaving without you."
"Then I choose blood!"
Quackity charged at him, taking the others behind him to do so as well. Techno took him easily, not really trying to fight against him.
The barrel started off simple, each of the four basically taking turns for hits at Techno. He was getting them easily, having no trouble pushing them off and gaining his own harmless attacks at them. He wanted to look engaged, but didn't want to truly hurt any of them. He knew he couldn't stop if he did.
"Go at the same time, he can't hold all of us!" Quackity ordered, giving another hard strike at Techno's shield.
From then on it was rapid fire on Techno, giving him barely enough time to get a hit in without it being dangerous or directly at their shields. He still held off each powerful blow, keeping himself steady.
The only thing any of them were able to hear were the sounds of metal on metal and the wood of their shields, occasional grunts from the five when they tried esspecially harder.
Techno locked his axe with Tubbo's sword, holding him their as he blocked hits from Quackity and Fundy. This gave Ranboo a quick, cheap shot at his shoulder, breaking off the right side of his cape. He was forced to drop back a few steps, purposely stomping on the other side of his cape, tearing the full thing off.
Techno was getting fed up with being nice. His mind was filled with thoughts kf blood and violence, and he would not stand to be humiliated any further.
It was like something you would see in a movie as he plunged forward, advancing directly at Quackity. The man was not ready for it, putting up his shield in a protective manner. This gave the man an easy slash at it before he turned to Tubbo, who was trying to get a hit at his back.
He knocked the boys sword out of his hands, leaving him almost defenseless to Techno's next blow.
Before Fundy could try and attack him, the man grabbed at Ranboo, spinning him around asbhe put back his shield.
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Separation || A Different Twist On Exile
Fanfiction"After some thought, we have decided, what is best for our nation," Tubbo spoke loud and bold, Fundy and Quackity smiling behind him. Tommy on the other hand was looking straight at the ground. He had not yet heard of their decision, nor was he hig...
