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Lets go out With a Bang

Hello everyone I wanted to post this before the final war tomorrow as a hype up and slight prediction because this will be everyone prefacing the war and preparing and such.

Again, this is real life for the purpose of the story and angst. Thank you all for reading this far and I hope you are enjoying these stories. If there is anything in particular you want to see done just let me know!

TW: bows and arrows, swords, blood, war, explosions.
CW: Jschlatt

Enjoy!
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"Alright everyone you know the plan?" Wilbur said to the people sitting in front of him. Everyone was here and on his side. Except of course for Schlatt, Dream, and their goons. Even Fundy and Quackity sat before him, the two who were most loyal to Schlatt in the beginning.

"Let's review. Then we can let everyone go," Tommy suggested.

Wilbur nodded and began to go through everything one last time. "Fundy, later today you are going to plant these few sticks of dynamite in the most important spots. These spots will be the powerpoints of Manburg and we will only set these off if we absolutely have to. I want to blow everything up but if we are going to try and save L'manburg we need some of it to still be in tact. Fundy, you are also good with red stone. I know I can trust you to set everything up."

Fundy nodded was Wilbur handed him a bag of red stone dust, a few sticks of dynamite, a button, and a lighter. Fundy exhaled and prayed he wouldn't have to use it. Despite the fact that Fundy hated Schlatt and everything he stood for and had become, that was his first taste of freedom. Now he was a spy on the inside, he had some say in what was going on, and that felt good. He bid Wilbur a good day and good luck.

Wilbur pulled Fundy close and whispered in his ear, "Good luck, and stay safe, my son."

Fundy felt a small ball of an unfamiliar feeling creep into his chest. Pride. He nodded one more time to Wilbur and his comrades before dashing up the steps to plant the ammo.

Wilbur rubbed his eyes and looked down at the journal he kept. He began again, "Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity and, Purpled, you guys are going to be on the front lines with your swords and spears. You will be our army by foot. Does everyone have their armor and weapons ready?"

Everyone nodded. No one had put anything on just yet, armor was heavy and energy was scarce. Hope is the only thing guaranteed to keep you going and they held onto it with every last breath.

"Go prepare yourselves, clean your armor and sharpen your weapons. By sundown, the Manburg troops will close in. Good luck brothers, this is for our freedom."

The four men were dismissed. Soft murmurs were shared between themselves as they scampered off to make a few last minute preparations as they had been ordered.

"Next, Technoblade, you will be leading our archers on horseback, Nihachu, Karl, Eret, and Awesamdude. Ready your arrows and bows. Keep a sword as well. You are dismissed. Good luck."

Everyone nodded and filed our behind Technoblade. Lat minute target practice would most likely be in order, arrows would be sharpened, bows restrung. Everyone left except Nihachu. She stayed behind for a few moments.

"Will," she spoke softly. "Are you sure you want me to do this? I mean, arrows..."

"Nihachu, look at me. You are brave and talented. You can do this, trust me." Wilbur wrapped his hands around hers to remind her that she always had a friend back home, no matter how things went down. "For L'manburg."

Nihachu nodded and ran after the rest of the Archers.

"That leaves us boys," Wilbur turned to Tommy and Tubbo."