So... um, who are you little guy? Technoblade meets Micheal(au)

Wounded

As Michael hit the ground he suddnly felt the Glass in his Hooves, sharp pain went through his legs and arms but the adrenaline kept him going. 

It was Dark.

Michael ran away from the village called Snowchester as fast as he could, he heart the worried shouts of his Humans close behind and ran faster ignoring the pain. After, what felt like hours of running, Micheal fell on the ground panting heavily. 

The pain was now unignorable as it made itself from his feet into his legs and crawling into his arms. Micheal bit onto his Lip to keep himself from screaming or letting out any noise that could give away his location.

As he calmed down, he took a look at his surroundings, it was freezing cold, colder than in his Room and dark, he knew that he must be in some kind of forrest.

Suddenly he made out a movement from the side of his eyes, he tried to stand up but his knee gave up underneath him and he fell down again.

He tried again now more succesfully and went into a fighting positition, his hands were around the Sword handle and one leg forward facing the direction of where he heard the noise from. 

It was to dark to see anything but he could make out the sound of someting walking. 

1...2, 4.. no 8. His eyes slowly began to widen with fear, what kind of Monster had 8 Legs!? And on top of that Michael could hardly move without a stabbing pain everywhere.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he could hear the Mob walking towards him. He opened his eyes just to look into deep red eyes. multiple eyes. He breathed out and suddenly the creature sprinted toward him, it had a mouth full of sharp teeth and was covered in tiny hairs. The Mob raised its two front legs in order to attack Micheal. He could smell rotten Flesh in the creatures breath.

Micheal swung his Sword against the Mob and cut through one of its Legs following a shrill scream of pain. That Things other leg was digging deep into Micheals Hip.

His eyes widened, everything Hurt.

Yet he kept on fighting, not allowing himself to make the same mistake again, not allowing himself to let his Guard down.

After what felt like a few hours of fighting, Micheal had finally managed to kill the Mob with a strike through its Head. Micheal was covered in Wounds and cuts all over his Body, and Blood stained his Hip. 

He managed to grin a little bevor his pupil rolled back and his body gave up.

wiith a small thump he landed on de ground consciousness.