[ shiro may not be yelling, but that doesn't mean keith's going to follow his lead. he has no idea why shiro falters and misses his timing, but the nanosecond those beastly arms turn into grabby hands, keith immediately loses that stupefied look of someone struggling to figure out what the fuck is happening and grabs his bayard. does he have a battle plan? not exactly, but that isn't going to stop him from throwing himself into the heat of a fight because: ]
SHIRO!
[ it's the only reason he needs. right here, right now, shiro needs him and keith is going to fucking save his best friend no matter what it takes. of course it crosses his mind that the fight is six vs two -- decidedly not in their favor, but that inconvenient fact just doesn't enter the mental calculus. there's six of them that they have to kill? fine. there's six, of these motherfuckers who are gonna die. if you've already decided that no other outcome is acceptalbe,, then what's the point on deliberating? bayard activated, keith lets out a yell as he runs to try and get the monsters' attentions off of shiro. ]
Hey! Over here, you freaks!
[ the two boars pummeling away at shiro with their grotesque stolen arms let out a horrible set of squeals that might even be derisive laughter. the smaller of the two humans unfortunate enough to wander into their lair clearly isn't the threat here. as if to demonstrate that point, the leader of the boars snorts wildly, hands wrapping and squeezing tight around shiro's throat all while looking right at keith in challenge.
there are times keith misses the voltron lions. truly, having an enormous semi sentient weaponized lion to blast an enemy into bits of plasma is pretty satisfying. but then there's something just as satisfying as being able to seize the element of surprise and watch the light go out of an enemy's eyes -- slowly, painfully. if that's wrong, keith couuldn't care less. once again, shiro is the only thing in this equation that matters right now, and with his focus set squarely on the singleminded objective to save the one person that matters..... ]
Eat this!
[ keith launches himself full body at the bigger boar that'd been trying to choke shiro, knocking it off balance enough to send keith, it and the second boar toppling sideways in a horrible tangle of limbs. bayard activated and raised, keith doedn't hesitate to shove the point of the blade straight into the middle of a meaty, foul breathed face beneath him - stab stab stabbing until the fucking thing stops shrieking and instead convulses on the ground, lying in a puddle of thick blood.
keith meanwhile is seeing red. literally, that is. there's hot blood spattered down the front of his helmet, fogging up the visor. heart pounding hard in his chest, keith doesn't even give himself a second to process any of what just happened because there's still five of these things left and the second boar lets out an ear splitting shriek before knocking keith to the ground with a full body tackle of its own.
unable to grab his bayard from out of the first boar's head before rolling off, keith gruntd, grimacing as he reaches for the knife st his back. ]
You picked a fight with the wrong guy, buddy.
[ the taunting promptly earns him a slap that sends his helmet flying and temporarily causes keith's vision to to go white, but the ever familiar handle of his knife is in his hand and there's something almost.... feral in the way keith looks. one too many pointed fangs, perhaps? but nonetheless, he stabs the boar above him repeatedly in the side. stab between the ribs, stab into the side, stab through one of those human hands -- it's all a giant disgusting blur of blood and slime, until keith manages to get his foot under and kicks the boar in the balls that finally gets the boar off of him. ]
Just die already!
[ he yells, bloodied knife brandished tight in his hand as the boar writhes. no hesitation this time, keith slits its throat and looks over at shiro with blood stains on his cheeks and an oddly cat-pupil like glint in his eyes. ]
Shiro, are you okay?
[ not that they've got time to think about each other's welfare at the moment. there are four other boars left and while they were maybe stunned into silence by the loss of their two fallen friends, they've quickly starting to regroup. the remaining boars form a large circle, this time takng a more tactical approach. ]
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SHIRO!
[ it's the only reason he needs. right here, right now, shiro needs him and keith is going to fucking save his best friend no matter what it takes. of course it crosses his mind that the fight is six vs two -- decidedly not in their favor, but that inconvenient fact just doesn't enter the mental calculus. there's six of them that they have to kill? fine. there's six, of these motherfuckers who are gonna die. if you've already decided that no other outcome is acceptalbe,, then what's the point on deliberating? bayard activated, keith lets out a yell as he runs to try and get the monsters' attentions off of shiro. ]
Hey! Over here, you freaks!
[ the two boars pummeling away at shiro with their grotesque stolen arms let out a horrible set of squeals that might even be derisive laughter. the smaller of the two humans unfortunate enough to wander into their lair clearly isn't the threat here. as if to demonstrate that point, the leader of the boars snorts wildly, hands wrapping and squeezing tight around shiro's throat all while looking right at keith in challenge.
there are times keith misses the voltron lions. truly, having an enormous semi sentient weaponized lion to blast an enemy into bits of plasma is pretty satisfying. but then there's something just as satisfying as being able to seize the element of surprise and watch the light go out of an enemy's eyes -- slowly, painfully. if that's wrong, keith couuldn't care less. once again, shiro is the only thing in this equation that matters right now, and with his focus set squarely on the singleminded objective to save the one person that matters..... ]
Eat this!
[ keith launches himself full body at the bigger boar that'd been trying to choke shiro, knocking it off balance enough to send keith, it and the second boar toppling sideways in a horrible tangle of limbs. bayard activated and raised, keith doedn't hesitate to shove the point of the blade straight into the middle of a meaty, foul breathed face beneath him - stab stab stabbing until the fucking thing stops shrieking and instead convulses on the ground, lying in a puddle of thick blood.
keith meanwhile is seeing red. literally, that is. there's hot blood spattered down the front of his helmet, fogging up the visor. heart pounding hard in his chest, keith doesn't even give himself a second to process any of what just happened because there's still five of these things left and the second boar lets out an ear splitting shriek before knocking keith to the ground with a full body tackle of its own.
unable to grab his bayard from out of the first boar's head before rolling off, keith gruntd, grimacing as he reaches for the knife st his back. ]
You picked a fight with the wrong guy, buddy.
[ the taunting promptly earns him a slap that sends his helmet flying and temporarily causes keith's vision to to go white, but the ever familiar handle of his knife is in his hand and there's something almost.... feral in the way keith looks. one too many pointed fangs, perhaps? but nonetheless, he stabs the boar above him repeatedly in the side. stab between the ribs, stab into the side, stab through one of those human hands -- it's all a giant disgusting blur of blood and slime, until keith manages to get his foot under and kicks the boar in the balls that finally gets the boar off of him. ]
Just die already!
[ he yells, bloodied knife brandished tight in his hand as the boar writhes. no hesitation this time, keith slits its throat and looks over at shiro with blood stains on his cheeks and an oddly cat-pupil like glint in his eyes. ]
Shiro, are you okay?
[ not that they've got time to think about each other's welfare at the moment. there are four other boars left and while they were maybe stunned into silence by the loss of their two fallen friends, they've quickly starting to regroup. the remaining boars form a large circle, this time takng a more tactical approach. ]