you and your enemy, Technoblade, are bare-fist sparring, adrenaline and pent-up anger streaming and bubbling through your veins beneath your skin. he grunted as you landed a punch to his gut, but dodged your subsequent attack. "wow, little vixen. you're awfully violent today." you grimace and continue to rain blows onto him, even as your limbs tire, your hits weaken, your legs ache, and your breath stutters.

she lied to you. your best friend lied to you. the one person you thought you could trust. you should've known better.

Techno frowned as the amount of strikes that he isn't able to step away from became sparser and sparser in only a few minutes. your sweaty blind attack ebbing in strength. he catches your wrist, stopping a weighted down punch towards his face. "what's wrong?" he demanded. "nothing!" you grit out, trying to shake your wrist from his grasp.

"liar." he says sternly. "curse me, punch me, carve your name into my skin if you want to. but i'm not laying another finger on you while you're in this state."