Red Looks Better On Liars- Schlatt X Quackity

58 ~ War Breeds Innovation

guys there are a LOT of pov switches. its a lot of dialogue aswell. so get on your glasses

-tws --->

quackity pov

My body feels heavy with armour, dragging me down as I paced back and forth in front of judging eyes.

Technoblade's gaze focuses on my body, scrutinizing my stance. I twist my chin to him, glaring.

 "You're not lifting your knees," He finally speaks, pointing down at my heavily armoured legs. "And you are dragging your toes." 

       "Wow, really." I bite out. "I would have never noticed." 

Techno crosses his arms over his chest, his biceps showing great muscle mass. "Maybe you are too weak for armour." 

I scoff, lifting my hands to set on my hips angrily. The weight of the armoured forearms drags my hands off my hips, and forces them to hang sadly beside my body. My lips purse, and our eyes meet. 

He shakes his head. "So Netherite is a no..." Techno walks toward his chests, opening one and digging through it. He turns back to me. "Will iron be enough?" 

I bare my teeth. "Look, I told you guys, I don't need armour." My eyes narrow. "I'm not a valuable asset. I'll be the first to die, I know it." 

He doesn't even look in my direction, pulling an arrow from the chest. He grips it, standing from his kneeling position. "With so little people, you become important." He grits his teeth. "Whether you like it or not, we're not letting you die." 

I cross my arms over my chest angrily, before my gaze softens. "Whatever." I shake my head. "But can we find a lighter metal? I still need to be able to run." 

He pulls out an iron chest plate from a rack, eyeing it, before turning to me. His lifts it, almost to see if I'd fit its tight squeeze. I purse my lips. The glimmering metal shone in the evening air, hidden away in the side of a mountain, away from prying eyes. The armour looked almost like it was for a child, with its concave in the middle.  

     "Don't you think that's a little small?" I mutter, eyes dragging up the small breastplate.

Techno gives me not even a second glance, turning toward the stand and grabbing the matching leg piece. "It would be big on you, Quackity."

I huff, crossing my arms. "Excuse you. I'm really not that short."

He shoots me a look, turning completely around. "It's not your height I'm talking about."

My eyebrows crease, before shooting up. "Oh." The wind hisses sharply, pushing through the small opening of the cave, creating a whistling melody. "Yeah, no. I got you." 

I swallow thickly, glancing away momentarily. 

     "We have food here, you know. I've got probably a bin full of carrots over there," He nods his head to a corner of the room. "I don't know what your blight is against eating,--" 

I open my mouth to response, but he continues anyway. 

"--And I do not care to ask."

My jaw snaps back shut, nodding simply. 

     "For the moments leading to battle, whatever is mine, is yours." He speaks with unnatural friendliness, before snapping back to mild annoyance. "But once it is over, I don't want you digging in my carrots."

I nod, giving a curt thumbs up. "Yes sir." 

He cringes. "That's weird." 

I nod again. "My bad ma'm."