Keith shouldn't have pulled his punches, because the Champion certainly wasn't. Had Pidge not managed to take him down when she had, Keith would have been dead. The Champion was not here to spar, he was here to kill, and it was sheer luck that all the paladins are still in one piece.
There was a rage boiling under the surface, a bloodlust that the Champion had been so known for in the ring. The Galra had dug deep, pulled out those primal instincts and urges and drowned out Shiro's natural ability to reason and empathize. He was a monster, a weapon, nothing more.
He looked up at the door hissing open, eyes narrowing when he recognized the man approaching. Keith, he knew. Red Paladin, now Black. Target. And disappointingly still breathing.
"You recovered quicker than I anticipated." If Keith sounded accusatory, the Champion sounded annoyed. "You're lucky your friend had your back."
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Date: 2017-09-20 08:16 pm (UTC)There was a rage boiling under the surface, a bloodlust that the Champion had been so known for in the ring. The Galra had dug deep, pulled out those primal instincts and urges and drowned out Shiro's natural ability to reason and empathize. He was a monster, a weapon, nothing more.
He looked up at the door hissing open, eyes narrowing when he recognized the man approaching. Keith, he knew. Red Paladin, now Black. Target. And disappointingly still breathing.
"You recovered quicker than I anticipated." If Keith sounded accusatory, the Champion sounded annoyed. "You're lucky your friend had your back."