Grian stumbled - if it was possible to stumble in the air - as Phil collapsed onto him. He wrapped his arms around Phil's waist as he beat his wings harder, trying to keep the both of them afloat. Grian didn't know much about war, but just by look down, he knew he would be dead the moment he touched the floor. So Grian fought to keep him and Phil in the air.

Grian saw Dream draw back his crossbow, and with panic, whirled away as fast as he could with Phil on top of him. Grian shifted the other avian's weight to carry him on his back, instead of the awkward hugging position. It made things easier for Grian, but the weight was still there.

Grian worked his wings, rising a little. He was able to move side to side, to dodge Dream and company's fireworks, and even that wasted the little strength he had. He didn't have enough energy to fly away from the attacking forces.

Thankfully, there was wind. Grian rode on the currents, tilting the tips to redirection himself when needed. The wind rose, whipping Phil's cape sideways as he rested on Grian's back. Grian looked up and saw dark clouds gathering above him. A dark thought flew across his mind. Rain. Grian thought, gritting his teeth as the sky poured water down on him.

The droplets were like pebbles against his wings. The rain soaked Grian, sticking his clothing onto his body and water dripped down in front of his eyes, blocking his vision. The wind was no longer helping Grian stay afloat. Instead, it was attacking him from all directions, knocking him sideways in the air. Grian could no longer control his flight. All he could do was to stretch out his wings and pray he would stay suspended.

Tridents sounded. Grian raised his head and saw Tommy, Tubbo, Mumbo, False, and Wilbur, each holding a turquoise trident and heading for him. "You'll fall!" Grian gasped as he saw Mumbo and Wilbur lowering their tridents as they reached him.

"We have slow falling!" Tommy yelled as he drifted past, floating down slowly. He raised his trident and flew away.

Grian slumped with relief as Mumbo took Phil's weight, moving him to his own back. Mumbo raised his trident and spun away, heading for the control center. Wilbur wrapped his arm around Grian's back, supporting him as they followed.

Grian followed Mumbo as he drifted through the skylight of the control center. Xisuma was there, his hands moving quickly over a keyboard when he saw Phil. White, medical beds popped out of the ground behind Grian. "I'll leave you to deal with him?" He asked Mumbo as the latter rested Phil onto one of the beds.

"Yeah, go and fight, X." Mumbo said. "Tommy, Tubbo, and False need you out there."

"I'll see you soon, Mumbo, Wilbur." Xisuma said. Grian watched tiredly as the admin chugged a bottle of gray-white liquid. He raised a trident and disappeared out of the hole in the roof.

Grian watched Mumbo press a button on the control table, closing the skylight. Another button was pressed and a piece of the wall was drawn back, revealing medical equipment. Wilbur took a blanket from one of the white beds and wrapped it tightly around Grian, who was shivering from the cold rain. "Any damage?" Mumbo asked Wilbur as Mumbo removed the cape from Phil's shoulder. Grian cringed and looked away from Phil's bloody wings as Mumbo unfolded them with gentle hands.

"He's sore and tired." Wilbur replied to Mumbo's question.

Grian realized they were talking about him. "And I think my cheek got scraped. It's stinging. But Phil took the worst of the shot." He added on, glancing back at Phil's unconscious figure.

"Yeah." Mumbo murmured. "You're low priority. I'll have to deal with Phil first. Will, can you pour him a cup of hot chocolate?"

Wilbur pressed a third button on the table, which prompted a hot chocolate machine to appear. He quickly made the cup of hot liquid for Grian.

Holding the cup of hot chocolate in his hands, Grian looked out the gray tinted window, wishing he could see through the rain-splattered glass. As Mumbo and Wilbur worked behind him, Grian prayed that his other friends were safe.

But how could they be safe when they were fighting Dream and Technoblade?

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A/N: poor phil...

also i almost forgot today was monday which meant uPdAtE

and we have online for two weeks, maybe more...

wish me luck, i hope i don't die

and i hope you don't die either, if you are in online school :p

for those of you in in person, YOU LUCKY PEOPLE JE SUIS JEALOUS

'edited' on Jan 23rd 2022