The Tale of the Last Shifter // Tommyinnit

Eliminating enemies

Most of the time, Tommy was a hard sleeper, with nothing being able to interrupt his slumber. Except for some certain situations, like when someone crossed his boundaries, was too close to his treasure or simply hurt his hoard. There was no between, even if someone accident step on his tail or pulled on his wing. He simply didn't bother to react, his sleep being more important anyways.
But if someone does hurt his hoard in fact, he might get aggressive. Or protective, at the very least.

Tommy never really understood the way it works. One moment he might be sleeping and the next he gets that weird feeling something is up. Maybe it was one of his instincts that would inform him whenever something was going on. He did not know when it started or when ut would end, but most of the time he was grateful for it. The amount of times he saved Tubbo or Snowstorm from any danger was almost depressing. And as much as he would love to deny it, he always left his sleeping place in worry. Because there was that little risk of losing yet another person. Someone too important in his life.

And when it happened this time, his eyes imidiatelly opened up to reveal that beautiful blue eyes. As fast as he woke up, he looked around in alert in search of any living soul. And what deepened his worry was that no one else was in there camp but him. Tubbo was long gone, his makeshift bed already cold and all the heat gone. There was no traits of the new people they were traveling with, only for single footsteps that didn't matter to Tommy.
As anger swirled in his eyes, his body easily growing tall, he knew two things. He was going to talk with his new companions and he was going to take care of anything or anyone that decided to lay it's ugly finger on his hoard.
It took him a lot less time to soar into the night sky, pair of strong and majestic red wings easily cutting through the trees. He left silently, the wind being the only proof of something moving in the air. His wings were whirring at a furious rate. Eyes scanning the ground precisely as he soared in mid air for a second, before continuing to fly forward. His body created one big shadow on the ground, the moon being the only source of light during that time. The dark clouds lingering above him and moving lazily across the sky along with the cold breeze of wind, smell of forest reaching his nostrils and somehow calming him the tiniest bit.

But even then, he could feel the rage growing in the pit of his stomach as a strong smell hit him. Blood, he noted. But it was nothing like the smell of Tubbo's blood that he mesmerized a long time ago. It was a new smell, which reminded Tommy of Wood od and chemicals, something that he hasn't been able to smell for years now.
And as seconds passed, the smell grew stronger  and more present. When it got to the point when Tommy could easily spot it, he dived down towards the ground. Then, he could hear voices.

"Stop playing games and tell us where's the other guy!" Someone yelled, their voice string and filled with annoyance.

Tommy almost cringed when he heard a choked sob, probably belonging to Wilbur. Tubbo's voice was quick to follow, which didn't sound natural like always. There was no sweetness in it and no kindness. Only struggle.

"I don't know what you are talking about, man! It's just us and no one else" Tubbo said.

And when Tommy was about to reach their destination, he could hear a shot. An arrow burying itself deep in the grass as it missed it's target by inches.
This did not calm Tommy down and when he soared Right above the trees, emerging from his hiding, all pair of eyes trailed to his figure.
He didn't waste time, before a puff of dark and thick smoke was released. It worked almost like a shield, allowing the captured to act fast. Technoblade, who was the first one to recover, kicked one of the guard in the knee, successfully forcing his body to the ground. With that, he raised to his own feet and pulled out the guy's dagger, before sinking it in his back. He pulled the dagger towards himself, leaving a deep and nastu gash on the guy's back through the armor, which turned out to be nothing stronger than some leather and iron.
Tubbo took his time to pick himself up, before going for his sword that was previously taken from him. But as he stood up, someone grabbed his leg and pulled him down. With a low groan, he aimed with his shoe at the attackers face and landed a strong kick, making him let him go in the process. A moment later, a small ball of fire caught the guard's shirr on fire, burning him slowly but surely alive. Tubbo only waved at his friend as to show him he was okay, before lunching for the sword that was right in fronr of him. As he picked it up, he forced himself to stand up and face another people.