Technoblade trudged through the snow, his footsteps creating light crunches as each foot sunk into the powder. His battle-axe hung loosely in his grasp, ready to be drawn if needed. He grunted, his eyes scanning the peaceful blanket of snow for any sign of intrusion on his little piece of the smp. His gaze was drawn towards some unfamiliar footprints, eyes following the trail to lay upon a shivering figure. Technoblade’s grip on his axe tightened as he approached stealthily.