#greenroar

‘      .  .        MORNIN’   .  .  !             there’s    quidditch   training       later .         wanna   hang   afterwards  ?         ’         

     He’s lost count of how many times he  ——  and the  rest  of the team  ——  owed her their  lives.  How many times her unbound intellect had overcome obstacles deemed impossible or implausible.  The Castle on its last limbs , something of  ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴜʀsᴇ’s  doing , salvaged by her forward thinking alone.  There’s gratefulness instead of offense ; an understandable precaution that he would have never ordered to cease otherwise.  He never wanted his team in danger  ———   and never imagined it would be by his  own  hand.

                         princess  zelda  had  called  for  an  emergency  of  sorts  when  the  gigantic  robotic  lions  had  descended  from  the  sky .   link  was  at  the  ready  to  defend  as  best  as  he  could ,   ready  to  give  his  life  again  when  he  faced  them .   he  was  sure  that  was  going  to  be  the  case  given  the  size  of  the  MONSTERS ,   but  was  pleasantly  surprised  when  those  that  emerged  from  them  were  hylian  in  appearance  save  the  ears  and  dress . 

                        it  was  odd ,   how  they  explained  what  was  happening ,   who  they  were ,   why  they’d  landed  in  hylia .   but . . .   they  seemed  honest ,   and  the  princess  had  decided  to  trust  them ,   so  link  was  put  at  ease .   at  least  for  the  time  being .   he  would  still  follow  and  watch  them  carefully ,   but  as  long  as  they  left  soon  like  they’d  said ,   he’d  be  fine .

     Okay, so maybe tinkering on your prosthetic leg before a battle wasn’t the best idea he has ever had. In fact, it may have been the worst.

Right when he was about to kick his opponent in the chest to create some space between them, his leg stopped working. It just froze. Kind of like one of those old computers. It wasn’t exactly out of power, it just wouldn’t listen to the signals his brain was sending it. And so he was kicked back against the wall with a loud thud.

He had to be fast now, or he wouldn’t be able to tell the tale. Matt originally hadn’t planned on killing the Galra, but now didn’t see any other choice. He couldn’t exactly run. As soon as the Galra charged, Matt lift his staff and slammed his weapon out of his hand, but not before he managed to shoot him right at his side, searing through the skin and some of the flesh. Changing the angle right after, Matt quickly hit the alien against his temple, the man immediately dropping to the floor.

Panting, but trying to keep quiet in case there was another Galra nearby, Matt activated his comm. ‘’Hey.. uh... I don’t know if anyone’s close to the control room.. but I’m in trouble.. My leg’s stopped working, if anyone else comes in I don’t think I’ll manage’’ Especially not if they had a gun.

  ‘         YOU    ALRIGHT   ?            you   should    rest       more .            ’

❛      man   oh   man   does   it   feel   good   to   be   outta   that   hospital   bed,      don’t   you   agree  ?      ❜         LANCE   QUESTIONED   CURIOUSLY   with   a   smile   in   pidge’s   direction,      stretching   his   arms   out   above   his   head⸻      granted,      they   were   all   still   pretty   black   and   blue,      but   it   was   nice   to   be   able   to   do   the   rest   of   their   healing   on   their   own   time.         ❛      i’m   gonna   get   right   back   to   training   as   soon   as   possible.      ❜

   “ You’re commander HOLT’S daughter, is that correct?  It was good to see a SMILE on his face in trying times.  Welcome home, Soldier.  I’m glad you made it. “  To his credit, at least he doesn’t SALUTE her, though he considers it.  She’s so SMALL -- so young that it hurts him to think of the impact of war on one so YOUNG.  He remembers being her age -- What is she, barely 18 now?  He was her age when he enlisted.