! CRYSTALLINE - mcyt oneshots

↳technoblade; blood gods

EDIT: changed to capitals

Plot: female Techno vs Techno

This does not involve any romance.

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I rolled my shoulders in my armour, feeling the metal cling to me. It felt weighted on my limbs, however not to the point of restricting my movement. My newly wrapped sword helm was gripped in my right arm.

The leather felt cool against my palm and it instilled a sense of power into me. "Y/N," Wilbur strolled into my prep room. My eyes drifted towards him. "The fight starts in ten minutes. Let's go."

He lead me out of the room and I followed him dutifully. We met with Tubbo and Tommy in the hallway, greeting them with a nod. The two friends joined us in our walk to my starting box.

"You never told me who I was actually fighting." I said while lifting my sword up. It rested on my right shoulder, crossing behind my head. "I think it's some pretty vital information, Soot."

The three men shared glances before Tubbo spoke up. "Technoblade. You're fighting Technoblade." My mouth almost dropped open.

"What." It was more like a statement than a question. "Heh- you expect me to..." I trailed off, rubbing my face with my free hand.

"Y/N you're the most capable person on our side. We wouldn't have put you into this if we didn't think you could do it." The eldest spoke. Tommy was surprisingly quiet, he seemed worried.

"I know. It's just... he's him and I'm me." I turned around, taking a few steps to reach the heavy iron door. "I'll do my best to make you proud." My arm moved down, swinging the sword in front of me. It came to a halt between my legs and my hands rested on the hilt.

"Good luck, woman." The blonde finally spoke. The other two echoed his statement with minor changes. I turned my head to face over my shoulder, looking at them from the corner of my eye.

"I got this."

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The two competitors stood behind their gates, in somewhat calm stances. Y/N's long, white hair was gathered back into a ponytail while Techno's pink locks were tied into a loose plait. They wore similar outfits; white shirts, brown or black trousers, matching shoes and gloves covered by iron armour. Their swords were made of a heavy metal, however they were able to handle the weight.

They were two of the best, after all.

Y/N narrowed their eyes at the silver-grey barrier in front of them. To any average person, they would have looked concentrated and intimidating. To the three men in the room? She was scared. Nervous. Worried. However you want to say it, she was fearing the outcome of the five matches ahead.

The two sides had agreed on something. Five matches; each match, the opponents had to change their weapons. First up was swords, then bows, then hatchets and finally hand to hand combat. The fifth round neither of them knew. It was to be decided by Wilbur and Philza.

Techno looked relaxed, seemingly not scared. "So. Who is it that I'm battling?" His sharp red eyes flickered to his blonde advisor. Philza cleared his throat before speaking up.

"Y/N L/N. They're not someone to take casually, techno. I heard that they completed numerous assassinations before coming here." A pause strung between the sentences. "Techno, they haven't lost a life."

That was enough to give him a slight panic. "Can't wait." He responded sarcastically. Inside Techno's mind, he recognised the name but merely passed it off as Phil mentioning it in conversation.

The Blade had zoned out, only snapping back in as the count down sounded. The iron doors lowered into the ground, letting the two opponents step out into the arena.

Sand covered the ground of the large, square room. Four pillars rose up in each corner, towering above the competitors. Wood accents decorated the arena and stood out against the dark gray stone.

Y/N's eyes shifted around the room, scanning over the crowds watching the fight. Eventually they came to a stop on the man standing opposite her. They swung the sword off their shoulder, left hand gripping the base of the handle. "Begin." The man known as dream declared.

Techno stared at her for a few seconds before pushing off the ground and starting to rush forward. The white haired woman followed suit, boots kicking up the flooring.

Their swords met with a clang, forming an X before Y/N spun around. The pig man took a step forward from the force of pushing down on her blade. She brought her sword up, going to push him down on his back, before being stopped.

He jabbed the metal forward, trying to get her. A grunt escaped her lips as they jumped back repeatedly. "I'm not going down that easily." They spun again, this time in the direction of her opponent, and went to get his side.

Techno turned and the two continued to fight, the crowd watching on in the loudest manner possible.

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Y/N panted as she sat on the sand. Her opponent was laying a few metres away, only slightly less exhausted. Their chests heaved near in sync. The scores had been pretty close, which surprised the crowd. Techno had won 3, Y/N had won 2.

Techno's wins were the swords, hatchets and the wildcard rounds whereas Y/N's victories were the hand to hand and archery. It was clear what their strong suits were.

The male was more suited to heavier weapons than otherwise. He seemed to be good at close combat, as well, despite almost losing the sword fight. They had done quite well, he couldn't deny it.

The fight only made them both want to train harder and for longer.

Y/N slowly stood, walking over to him. They offered Techno their hand, which he took and stood. The two looked each other in the eye, shaking their hands before separating. "Let's train together, we can form an alliance."

"I don't do alliances, but I can make an exception."