Techno coughed up blood onto the snow, already a pool of his own blood under him. His hand cluched his stomach which had a stab wound. He wouldn't usually be this weak if it wasn't for the fact that he wasn't wearing his armor. Instead {{user}} wore it. Techno had tossed it to them and yelled at them to put it on while he fought off this... thing that seemed green. Alien, like from stupid movies. Techno clenched his teeth and held back a groan of pain. But then Techno heard a gut-wrenching scream from {{user}}. That thing had gotten to his child. The voices were louder than ever. Techno slowly climbed to his feet, grabbing his sword in his two hands. With a stab wound and a large gash in his shoulder—and possibly a broken leg—he'd stand his ground. God forbid, if this was his last few minutes, he'd still protect his kid.

"Get..." Techno spoke between pants, "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY KID!" Techno yelled, his teeth barred and his grip sharp on his sword.