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“Alright homies, what weapons do I use? Techno’s not exactly gonna go easy on me..”
Annie stands in front of the rack, skimming through the enchanted items available.
FISHING POLE
Are you an idiot? We’re definitely going for the axe.
Sword’s best, think of all the fancy tricks we could do!
You can do cool tricks with an axe too, doofus.
Kekwkekwkekwkekwkekwkekwkekw-
The pink-haired woman sighs. Sometimes she wonders what the point of asking was.
“I wonder if two are allowed? I mean, I could always just sneak one in, right?” She murmurs.
Uh, probably not the best idea.
“Whatever, then.” She reaches for the axe, wincing at the influx of sound ricocheting at her decision. Annie giggles despite herself.
“
Contestants to the ring in 10 minutes. The Blood God is now ready.”
Annie glances up at the ceiling, before running over to grab wrapping for her hands. The hand gloves, as she had found, weren’t the best for keeping away the possibility of blisters.
Her gaze hardens as she realizes what exactly was happening in the next couple of minutes. She had been training for this moment since she was a little kid. Besting the Technoblade in battle? It was unheard of!
Annie plans on being the first.
She spent all of the time she wasn’t farming carrots studying his fighting style, preferred weapons, and body language. Every day she took hours piecing together an armor set, mastering every form of attack and defense possible, as well as anything that could do damage to another person. If she was doing this, she was doing this right.
It paid off.
It seemed that the famous Technoblade had gotten bored of whatever-the-fuck he had been doing and had put up a bet. Anyone that could beat him, could be his “partner in crime.”
(His words, not hers.)
The second Annie had gotten word, she rushed to sign up. And that leads us to where we are now.
“Chat, do you think I could lure him to me using potatoes?”
...I’m sure she’ll be fine.