Unexpected turns of events (Techbur/TechnoSoot)

11(Nearing death)

TW!: Blood, fainting, fighting, cursing(as always), angst, etc, read with cation! ❤️

Techno had made many mistakes on his mission, causing him to be in huge amounts of pain. He had new wounds on his body, a knife wound in his thigh which he poorly tended to, a bit of shirt that he ripped off so that it now showed his stomach, it was wrapped around it loosely as he had to stay on the move. He groaned quietly, sitting in the corner of an empty room as he waited for the guard who was patrolling to walk to the end of the hallway, clutching onto his leg tightly in attempt to stop the bleeding but it didn't do much. The pink haired male wanted to give up but he was too close to completing his mission so he didn't.

He pulled up his hood from a cape he found near the entrance of the building, it made it difficult to see who he was and hid most his face when he tightened it.

Limping out of the room as quietly as he could, he looked around the hall, the smell of the blood fulled up his sense and he sighed, looking at his wounds then moved his way through the hall, an alarm was pulled and he cursed slightly, knowing he was close to the top floor, he was on the third floor, two again from his goal.

Hearing footsteps, loud thuds against the ground as the guards armor was heavy, weighing them down and keeping them slow. He could hear the panicked yelling and commands being yelled from the group. Techno quickly moved back into the room, holding his breath as they passed his door, they slowed their jog to a walk almost directly outside the door causing Techno to start panicking. He covered his mouth with his hand and crawled on the ground and hid under the desk.

"I think he went this way!" Called one of the guards, walking past the room he was in but one stared into the door, glancing at the opened door, creaked opened ever so slightly, the light form the hallway peeked into the room.

"Hey, John? Are you alright?" A voice perked up behind the gaurd.

"...Yeah, yeah." He mumbled.

The footsteps started again, he assumed one left. "Come on let's go then." then another pair of heavy footsteps following soon after, slower than the others.

Techno removed his hand form his mouth and let out a sigh of relief, crawling out form under the desk and stood up. The prince walked towards the door and pushed it opened a bit more, he slowly stalked up behind the slower guard when he noticed it was all clear and leaped onto him, wrapping his legs around his waist and used an arm to coke him out, the other to cover his mouth so he made no sound. Rather quickly the man feel unconscious and Techno leaped off as soon as he noticed the man growing weak, he dragged the guard into one of the rooms and checked his body for weapons or anything to help him wrap up his wounds. He found some bandages and a sword, Techno didn't bother with the sword and grabbed the bandages, taking the poorly wrapped shirt from around his thigh and wrapped the bandage around it instead and wrapping some around his stomach to hide it and to cover the smaller cuts from bleeding.

After he ran to the stairs and basically leaped up a good few before skidding to the side, almost falling over, he caught himself on the wall. He glanced around before making his way towards the final set of stairs and down to the biggest room the, the hallseemed to be empty which he found suspisious but didn't complain, there stood two guards in the room along with the man on his hit list in the chair as if he wasn't going to had an attempt of assassination on him.

Both guards pulled out their sword and pointed them towards Techno, he cursed under his breath and pulled out his own sword, jumping back when they tried to swing their sword at him and then the other, one of their swords hit the ground and Techno had to react quickly, stepping onto the blunt side of the sword and putting a lot of pressure onto it, making it stay there for longer and brought his other leg up and kicked the guard in the face. The stranger dropped to the ground, whacking his head harshly off the ground. Knocked out cold front he impact. Techno took a few steps back and looked at the famous man, another business man.