Bloodshed [ Technoblade x Reader ]

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You saw nothing but red as you charged through the battlefield, your once pristine armour now covered in the blood of your friend and the ashes of his killer. Your sword slashed through the air, repeatedly hitting the blackened ash that embedded itself within the bone structures.

With every skeleton you brought down, you paused for a moment and stared at the skull it left behind, hoping it might just be the one who killed your friend but you knew there was no way to distinguish each skeleton from one another. They were all identical. All apart from one. Their damned leader.

The difference was subtle, but it was certainly there. He was taller, stronger and smarter than the rest of them by far. Its obvious why he was in charge.

Though, it was also clear why you were in charge. Your men cleared a path around you as you left a trail of death and destruction. They watched your movements, basing there's off yours, equally ravaging through the skeletons. Why the skeletons even thought they had a chance at winning this, you didn't know but you also did not care in this moment. You just wanted blood, or, in this case, ash. 

You had now managed to make your way across the battlefield, now standing by the opposite cliff, the sounds of the archers arrows launching above being heard. You were full of fury but you could feel your arms beginning to ache and your back begin to scream at you for the movements you made. But you knew there wasn't much left. Once the skeletons were pushed back far enough, you and Technoblade were to meet near to where you currently were and you were going to send in your final move, a hoard of Piglins with flaming arrows and swords enchanted with fire aspect to begin to herd the skeletons to where you currently stood. 

You knew the battlefield well, having spent hours studying a map, ensuring there were no ways the skeletons could surprise you. And so, if all your studying was worth it, to your left, on the cliff, there should be a system of caves, each leading to a different place, others more dangerous than others.

The night before, whilst you were having your mild panic, a few of your men had lined the cave systems with TNT, your intent being to corner the skeletons into the caves and once most of them were in there, you would blow the whole cliff onto them, your soldiers having retreated by then back to your camp. It was a somewhat morbid but effective way to deal with them. And it would certainly put an end to the whole affair.  

Though, something seemed off. You looked at the cave entrances around you. No one should be in them. Your soldiers knew not to enter them, all of them being warned of the dangers of the cliff themselves as well as the TNT and the plan. But you swore you just saw the shadow of a soldier running straight into one of them. And it certainly wasn't a skeleton; the shadow was far too bulky. That was definitely one of your soldiers. 

You looked at your surroundings, ensuring no one in the immediate area was in dire assistance before you raced over to the cave entrance. 

A large fracture in the otherwise solid rock served as entrance to the cave. The opening was just barely taller than you, and was only slightly wider. Standing in front of the small threshold, the somehow cool, musty air from inside the chamber leaked out through the crack and pricked at your skin. The jagged gap was big enough for you to squeeze through, anyone larger than you would have struggled which only made you question further as to who was in here.

The opening stood with deep, jagged rocks surrounding it. Remnants of people's previous explorations littered the entrance with burnt out torches discarded on the ground as well as empty potion bottles and a few bones from what you hoped weren't people. The cave continued on straight for a few blocks before it turned a corner, making the rest of it invisible to you. 

You sighed, once more searched your surroundings for any immediate dangers before heading into the cave, your hand skimming the edge of the wall. The further you entered, the more dark and dreary your surroundings became. The rage of the battle began to fade away, the sound now being nothing more then a muffled background noise. The air became thick and humid somehow, breathing becoming harder and taking more effort. The distinct change in atmosphere was strange. The cave's cold, damp climate was an abrupt contradiction to the warm, dry air you were so used to. You wrinkled your nose against the permeating air. 

You continued walking, your hand skimming against the sharp, jutting rocks of the wall, some threatening to cut your skin. As you approached the sharp turn of the cave, your heart began to pound. Your free hand instinctively made its way to the hilt of your sword, preparing for any danger you feel is coming. 

You paused for a moment, just before the curve, listening. If someone was there, you should have heard them, right? Staying silent in a place like this is practically impossible. 

You took in a deep breathe of the humid air, before you made a quick turn. You unsheathed your sword. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness. 

Nothing. There was no one there. In fact, it was nothing but a dead end and a large stack of TNT. 

You let out a sardonic laugh, sheathing your sword once again. Now you'd just wasted your time. 

You were about to turn around and head back out when you heard the words.

"Took you long enough," a deep voice muttered from behind. 

You then felt a deep, aching pain on your skull before everything went dizzy. You fell to the floor. A pair of boots came into view. They stood there for a moment before one came barrelling at your head. 

You went out like a torch dipped in water.