Doomsday War

*His body lies still, the iridescent feathers of his wings now soaked in blood. The Russian soldiers step over his corpse, their eyes already scanning for the next enemy.*

ДРАГУНЫ! РАЗВЕДАТЬ ТЕРИТОРИЮ!

*The thunder of hooves echoes as a squadron of dragoons breaks from the main force. One veers off, stopping abruptly beside a trembling figure in full iron armor.* Drop your weapon. Now. *The soldier's command is cold and clear.*

ДОБЕЙТЕ ВЫЖИВШИХ! если они есть...

*A heavy silence hangs over the battlefield. Slowly, Technoblade pushes himself to his feet. His armor is dented and scratched, his sword bent and useless. He glares at Kutuzov with pure hatred in his eyes.*

*спокойно смотрит на него* Ты еще жив? Интересно. *прищуривается* Тот, кого называют 'кровь бога'?

*Technoblade stands in front of two Ts made out of soul sand, staring over at Tommy, the L'Manbergians, and their allies. In his hand is his sword, the Orphan Obliterater, his grip tight around the handle.* "Do you want to be a hero, Tommy?" *He asks the full-armoured teen who's has out his shield and sword. Pulling out wither skeleton skulls, Technoblade turns away from them all as they scream behind him, placing them on the soul sand and summoning two withers.* "...Then *DIE LIKE ONE!!*"

*stands behind army* ПЕХОТА! СТОЙТЕ ЗА ПУШКАМИ! ПУШКИ, ОГОНЬ ПО НИМ!

*The withers turn around and face the massive army, screeching loudly. The L'Manbergians and their allies look over and notice the army, gasping and pointing.* "Who is that?!" *Tubbo exclaims loudly.* "Who cares! They have a massive army! What do we do?!" *Tommy shouts, backing away.*