Family by Blood

Chapter21: Stop it! Stop it!

Authors Note: I have no regrets:)
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Technoblade

It wasn't until he saw his sire that the massive weight on his lungs, the one that filled him with anxiety and fear. The terror that prevented him from enjoying the gorgeous heat of the nether, it wasn't until he saw his dad with his own eyes did Technoblade feel like he could focus.

The drumming for blood in the back of his head quieted.

Because Techno knew as long as Phil was alive the others were too. Phil would rather die than let his family get hurt.

Or maybe that was Technoblade just projecting.

It did not matter.

Not really.

There was a little gasp next to Techno. Tubbo was lying in his stomach next to him from where the two were spying.

"Philza is amazing, and Dream. It's like- it's like a dance." Tubbo gushed in admiration.

Techno rather disagreed. Dream was anything but amazing. Even as their swords clashed and ducks and kicks were executed and countered in rapid perfection since Techno could feel the phantom adrenaline and rush that only fighting to truly beat your opponent could win.

Primes, Technoblade missed war so much.

"Yah I guess it's pretty cool."

Dream was clearly faster. But Technoblade could see those minuscule mistakes he would have that Phil made sure he played for. His great wings would occasionally flap to propel Phil forward in his push with greater strength than Dream could match.

Technoblade was not scared for Phil, if anything, he thought to himself, Techno should be scared for Dream. But Dream was a dipstick.

"It's more than great." Tubbo enforced.

"Don't you have to get to your coven?" Technoblade said shortly in mock annoyance.

Tubbo hummed. "I suppose you're right, you'd have that totem of undying I have you?"

Technoblade lifted the necklace from under his shirt. "Right here kid. Now scram. Just remember, when you're surrounded by manipulation that everyone is lying. Just find one thing that you know without a shadow of a doubt is true and stick to it." He patted Tubbo's back.

"Alright." Technoblade Could sense Tubbo stalling. "Aren't you going to go help Philza?"

"It's a sacred duel. I can't interfere. I'm in position to help if everything goes downhill. Plus I think I need to get to Tommy. I just have a feeling about him." Techoblade muttered to himself. "If only I had brought that stupid flair."

Tubbo reached into one of his many coat pockets. "I have a flare, or rather a firework."

"Really?" Technoblade said in surprise. "Give me."

Tubbo smiled and pulled out a stick of tnt, "Wait, the wrong pocket" he reached for the same pocket but on the left side. "Here it is"

Tubbo pulled out five rockets.

"I don't carry matches on me anymore." Tubbo apologized. "Cuz last time I carried gunpowder and matches in the same pocket did not end well for me."

Techo shrugged and unfolded his collapsible crossbow. "Whatever you do in your free time is none of my business. Now seriously get out."

"All right all right." Tubbo gave him a two fingered salute and doubled back into the forest to approach the army from the appropriate angle.

Techno watched him go for a moment then turned back to Dream and Philza. His hill gave him a good view of the wolf in the fight.