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It was his last shot. He held his bayard close to his chest. His heart was pounding. He could feel blood rushing in his veins. Legs are going. He was running. Wind hitting his face. There were thunders stroking down, explosions in the back, shots, screams, cries.
He was running.
Shiro shouted something to him from the left. It felt as if the sky was falling. He saw Keith on the other side. He was fighting harshly with his sword, quick slashes with high precision.
He saw that a flash of purple came behind Keith. He turned. There it was. Keith with his back turned to a sword striking him down. His eyes widened. Lance could see the blood already. Keith won’t be fast enough to dodge or block it. The sword pierced right through his chest. The blood shot out of his body along with the sword. His body falling to the ground. The blood pooling around it. His eyes dimming, life leaving them. His body is going cold. He could already see and feel it. Blood rushed through him. An adrenaline shot probably?
He didn’t know
All he could tell is that he just pushed his bayard close, aimed and shot.
He shot.
He pulled the trigger
and shot
His last shot.
It struck the garla down. It hit it directly through the hand and then in the chest. It gained Keith enough time to then slash the garlan down.
Lance breathed out. His muscles still tense from the situation.
He stood for a second too long anyway. When Keith turned to him from a distance. That was the moment when he could feel that he himself got struck.
Warmth spreaded through his chest and then the cold came. He looked down. There was something sharp sticking out. Then it got pulled out again. The blood shot out. He could hear someone scream. Then a shout. Then he looked back and saw garla soldier behind him. with a bloodied sword. Was it his blood?
Probably. oh right. He was struck so it was probably his blood. The next thing that came down was that the garla soldier got taken out. Lance didn't know by whom. He just got taken out. The next thing was that Keith was by his side. Lance looked him in the eyes. He looked so mesmerizing. God, even his stupid mullet was shining from the back of his head. Lightened by the shots that were exchanged, by both sides. The flashes of purple and other colors mixed together, making a very beautiful lighting.
God he could die right now, if it was the last thing he saw.
The only thing that bothered him was what would happen to Kaltenecker now that he would be gone, who would milk her? He also hoped the team would give Hunk a good critical opinion on his cookies. It doesn't matter if they are the best already. Hunk thinks they could be better, so people should tell him what’s wrong.
He hoped that they would also take care of Pidge and her sleep schedule, maybe when they will find her brother she will finally take care of herself. He also hoped that someone will hear Allura out on her bad days… when she couldn't shake up the fact that her almost entire race was taken down.
He hoped that they would also take down some of the burden from Shiro’s shoulders once upon a time. This guy was really critical to himself.
And Keith. Oh Keith. He was perfect already but he is pushing himself too hard sometimes when he trains. Of course he needs to let his anger out sometimes. He should have some therapy when they get back to earth. Lance hoped that they all would get it.
It is such a weird feeling. Dying in war. well he wasn’t dead yet . He could still see Keith hovering over him and Shiro and probably Pidge covering them somewhere in the back.
“Hey, take care of that stupid mullet of yours will you?” He said to Keith with a smirk. He didn’t want to be serious right now. Or it would be sad. He didn't want Keith to be sad, to blame himself for his death. He didn’t want anyone. It wasn't anyone's fault.
So please. God if you exist. Don’t let them get hurt please.
Was his last thought, his last plea.
The battle on the new planet they landed on continued. Lance got hurt. Sword pierced right through him. And Keith saw it all. Just before him. Time slowed down as the garlan solider pushed his sword out of Lance.
The next thing Keith knew was that the garla soldier was taken down as he was now at Lance’s side.
He crouched down and started rambling something to Lance. He didn't know what he was saying. He just… rambled on..
and then lance said that one sentence
“Hey, take care of that stupid mullet of yours will you?” The lights were dancing around them. The shots in the back were flashing right past them. They were looking each other in the eyes. Lance’s ocean blue looked like they were sparkling even if very hurt.
Keith let out a dry laugh at Lance’s comment.
God why Lance had to be so reckless?
Keith begged someone out there to save his stupid Cuban boy. He placed his hand on his cheek gently, cupping his face. He was still breathing, barely, but breathing. It was all that mattered. It was all that mattered to them, to Keith.
Suddenly, then something pushed Keith off Lance. One of the garla soldiers kicked him off. Pigde and Shiro were also being backed off. Lance’s head turned to him and even with a few meter distance Keith could hear him whimper a bit. They made eye contact. But it was quickly lost when some garlan took lance by arm and took him.
Another one grabbed Lance by another arm and they went with him to one the garlan ships. Keith screamed. Lance seemed to lose consciousness. Keith started running in their way. Shiro shouted something at him. But he didn’t hear it.
Keith was too late.
The ship’s gate closed. It flew away. The rest of the garlan soldiers still shot his way. Shiro grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away.
They ran away.
And they lost Lance.