#lance sword

The blue paladin scrambled to his feet quickly, his bayard took the form of his blaster and he aimed at Lotor. The Galran prince held a broad sword loosely in his hand, the tip just barely touching the ground. Lance fired as soon as he felt he had his target locked. He was about to cheer when he saw the blue ray hit the prince when a new pain blossomed in his side.

“You think that’ll be enough to beat me?” Lotor’s voice was sickening in his ear, how it was whispered to him. “It’ll take a lot more than some lousy gun flinging to beat me,” he hissed as he moved away from Lance.

Lance let out a yelp as he went to his knees, his free hand going to his side. “Why single me out?” he asked, again raising his bayard at the prince and trying to fire only to have the purple man fly by him once more. “Gah!” the paladin fell on the ground. 

This was when he started to hear the crackle of his comm and a voice in his ear, “Lance? We’re all at the dock, where are you?” the voice belonged to Keith. 

Lance pushed himself up, “I just got held up, I’ll be there soon,” he shouted at his helmet, which he was surprised still worked. The Cuban moved for the door, only for it to close on him.

“Ah, ah ah,” Lotor stepped towards Lance once more, “I think we’re going to play a bit longer,” he smiled evilly at his opponent.

Lance stared at Lotor with harden eyes, his helmet was abandoned after he had been thrown into the room, it laid across the room on the floor. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hit Lotor with his blaster, he was at too close a range to be effective and at this rate he would end up dying from blood loss. Even though his armour didn’t budge it didn’t mean he couldn’t feel it underneath it all. And the fabric on his arm had ripped from the first hit he sustain and that blood had started to run down his arm. He’d have to use his sword.

Lance closed his eyes for a second as he made his bayard change. This was a trick that Lotor hadn’t seen yet. The bright blue that seemed to blind the prince dimmed and in the blasters place I red broad sword was in its place. 

“A new trick I see,” Lotor mused, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Lance smirked, lifting the sword, “let’s end this now,” he offered, getting himself ready for the first attack. 

“Lance, what’s going on?”

Lance landed on the ground once again, the armour on his side now cracked as blood seeped through the crack. 

“Pathetic, I knew this would be too easy once I got you alone,” Lotor smirked, backing away from the paladin. Lance knew he was playing cat and mouse. Playing with his victim before he got bored. “You’re nothing without your blaster.”

“You’re wrong,” Lance seethed as he struggled to stand up, “I am the blue paladin of Voltron, I’m strong and can beat the likes of you,” he smiled to himself as he steadied on his feet. He again raised his sword in a defensive position like he had seen Keith do all the time.

This time, when Lotor ran at him he was ready. Their sword clashed together and Lance thought he was going to drop his sword. But he didn’t. Instead he pushed forward causing Lotor to become unbalanced. 

“Lance?!”

Another clang sound through the room as Lance swung at Lotor, trying to mimic the fighting sequences he had seen from Keith, one foot in front of the other. Rotate the hips, get some power. Angle the sword, try for different spots, find his weakness. 

Then Lance started to get creative, his started to use his feet, kicking at Lotor’s legs and trying to draw his eyes away from the sword fight. When this would work Lance would swipe at Lotor and get his sword to cut the skin on his opponent’s arms. 

It was around this point that Lance heard the door to the room open. The static hiss was enough to draw his attention away from the fight enough for Lotor to get another blow on him. Lance fell to the ground, clutching his side. 

Keith and Hunk ran into the room, “Lance!” The two paladins activated their bayards and held them at Lotor. “Step away from Lance,” Keith hissed at the prince as he took a step forward. 

Lance tried to sit up, “Kei-,” he was cut short as Lotor slammed his foot on his chest, knocking the air from his chest. It already felt like he was struggling to get air into his lungs, now it felt like he couldn’t breathe at all.

What happened next Lance had a hard time remembering. 

He felt Lotor’s foot remove itself from his chest as he bounded towards his friends. He felt arms pick up up and smell that he assumed was Allura and Pidge on either of his sides. When he started to try and break free from this they held him tighter as he heard the fighting between Lotor and his two friends. “Steady Lonce, everything is alright now,” Allura told him as she tried to pull him along. Lance looked at the ground as his vision played a constant battle between being alright and being dark and blurry. He noticed that pidge had taken up his helmet and put his bayard inside of it so she could help keep him up and walk at the same time.

“C’mon we need to hurry, he’ll wake up soon!” He could hear Keith’s voice, though it sounded like it was a thousand miles away. He wanted to slow down, the pace was too fast for his aching limbs and the cuts and bruises that battered his body. When he looked up again he felt more aware, he noticed how Keith had a small cut on his face and how his own breathing had picked up the more than ran and how his adrenaline had started to wear off.

“Get him on black,” he heard Keith order and before he knew it, he was sitting on the ground in the black lion. 

Lance leaned his head back against the cool metal, the rumble from take off did nothing to ease the pounding his head felt from being thrown around like a rag doll by the Galran prince. 

“I didn’t know you had a sword,” he glanced over at Keith he had put the lion on autopilot and decided to take a seat next to Lance. “You were fighting so well, maybe if we hadn’t opened the door when we did you wouldn’t have been pushed onto the ground,” he mumbled, obviously feeling some sort of guilt about the whole ordeal.

Lance shook his head, “it’s not your fault,” he paused, coughing then groaning after, “it was bound to happen.” Then he smiled, “I was fighting so well because I remembered all of your foot patterns from sparring, I hate to admit it... but you’ve taught me how to sword fight,” Lance noticed how he slowed down with his words, how some of his words slurred together. 

Keith seemed to notice this too, “Hang on just a few more ticks, we’ll be at the castle again soon.”