we can all learn things(just maybe in different ways.)

Techno only had a moment to take in the fact that Schlatt was there, had somehow fucking followed them into the castle and had managed to save his former son's life, before he had to snap back to attention and dodge another gleaming iron blade snapping the starry night air like a twig. He felt the rush of wind from the blade on his skin and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Quickly he met the soldier's forearm with his own and spun his wrist, letting him flinch backwards and knocking him to the ground while he was distracted. He whipped around and the flat of his blade hit another, hard, but he took care of the other guard that had approached him quickly with a swift feint to his right and a slash at his left, sending him tumbling to the side.

He wiped his brow and glanced around, the other soldiers that he had been fighting forgotten. Schlatt was climbing down from the balcony above him using a rope and Tommy had flown over to Tubbo as soon as he had realized his life was in danger. Techno brushed a few sweaty strands of hair out of his eyes and started to run over to them, but his gaze caught on Wilbur, who was gritting his teeth as he attempted to parry two soldiers at once. Biting his lip in frustration, Techno swiftly changed direction and ran over to him, trying his best to ignore the shouting and arguing of Tommy and Schlatt behind him.

Wilbur was wielding an iron sword and he was breathing hard, his blade clanging loudly against another. He was gripping the hilt tightly with both hands, his fingers trembling as he struggled to block two soldiers' attacks, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. Quickly Techno slid in front of him and swept the feet out from under one of the soldiers before easily whipping around and slamming the blunt of his sword against the other soldier's forehead, letting him crumple to the ground.

He met Wilbur's eyes and nodded, his eyes flicking down to check his form. "Make sure your feet are shoulder-width apart." He pointed out. "That way it's easier to block attacks, because you're balanced."

"You think I have time to think about this shit when I'm being stabbed?" Wilbur asked, letting his sword drip to his side and wiping his sweaty curls out of his eyes.

"Fair." Techno amended, readjusting his grip on the leather hilt. "But that's why you should practice. Eventually your feet will do it automatically."

Wilbur wrinkled his nose. The idea of learning how to use a sword or axe had never appealed to him like it did to Techno. He had always been one more interested in words and bold statements than violence. He might not be very good with a sword, but if you gave him a pen he would be able to move mountains with just a few paragraphs of his writing. He barely even used his wings, instead preferring to walk everywhere just so he could take in the scenery from below, all the sounds and sights from a different perspective than usual.

Techno looked around to see that almost all of the soldiers had either retreated or were knocked out on the floor, either unconscious or dead. Quackity was helping Bad and Skeppy fend off their last few opponents and Karl was pulling used arrows from the ground and sliding them back into his quiver, while Dream was helping George to his feet since he had somehow been knocked down(probably because he was incredibly short compared to most of the soldiers he had been fighting). Phil had made his way over to Tubbo, Tommy, and Schlatt in the scuffle and they seemed to be either arguing or having a nice, civil conversation about character morals and motivations.

Judging from the way Tommy's wings were flared indignantly and the way Phil slid himself between Tubbo and Schlatt, Techno guessed it was the first option.

Wilbur grimaced behind him. "Don't really want to go over there. Seems a bit heated."

"You could say that." Techno muttered, sheathing his sword for the time being and wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers. "No idea how the fuck he got here, but I'm not gonna waste time right now talking shit about it. Don't really like it but I knew he'd come back sooner or later."