Hunk hears the others on the comm systems, and just sighs deeply as his arms go through the motions of controlling the leg. Of course they have questions, but nobody ever wants to ask them when it's safe! So his voice comes out with a bit more of a snarl than anyone may have expected.
"Pidge, Allura, are you serious?!" He groans in frustration, but continues. "Lotor's squirreled away the entire Altean race, they worship him, and he harvests them like animals for quintessence! He doesn't care about the Galra, he just wants to break into other universes and rule all of them!"
"Keith," there's a moment, a cognitive flicker, because Lance was always the Black Paladin after Shiro disappeared. "we need to beat Lotor, and fast. Lance, ready and waiting, we'll win like we always have!" Hunk can't think about why they need to win quickly, his memory-addled mind dances around the line of thought entirely.
And then Voltron's sword and shield meet the Sincline's two blades in a flurry of slashes. Yellow and Blue are fast, giving a lot of maneuverability to compensate for a slower draw on Green's shield. The Sincline whirls around for an attack with the tail that bypasses the shield, and there's another flicker within the cognition, an inversion of the white and black of interdimensional space...
As the Sincline's tail is sheared clean off. Sparks are smothered by the quintessence, but an errant cloud of blackness seems to react ever so slightly. A series of lesser blows are exchanged, and the two fighters distance themselves once more. And then voices begin to echo:
"We took a major shot, but I feel fine!" comes from Green's cockpit. "All this quintessence is keeping us at full power!" Hunk sounds awestruck, even excited. "It's more than that. Can you hear your lions talking to you? Voltron is capable of more than we ever imagined." Keith's words come from... Black Red?? That sounds about right to Hunk.
And as the head of Voltron charges and fires some laser eye beams at the Sincline, forcing it back further, Lotor switches to an offensive approach. So far so "my dice are drunk," everyone.
y'all killin me
"Pidge, Allura, are you serious?!" He groans in frustration, but continues. "Lotor's squirreled away the entire Altean race, they worship him, and he harvests them like animals for quintessence! He doesn't care about the Galra, he just wants to break into other universes and rule all of them!"
"Keith," there's a moment, a cognitive flicker, because Lance was always the Black Paladin after Shiro disappeared. "we need to beat Lotor, and fast. Lance, ready and waiting, we'll win like we always have!" Hunk can't think about why they need to win quickly, his memory-addled mind dances around the line of thought entirely.
And then Voltron's sword and shield meet the Sincline's two blades in a flurry of slashes. Yellow and Blue are fast, giving a lot of maneuverability to compensate for a slower draw on Green's shield. The Sincline whirls around for an attack with the tail that bypasses the shield, and there's another flicker within the cognition, an inversion of the white and black of interdimensional space...
As the Sincline's tail is sheared clean off. Sparks are smothered by the quintessence, but an errant cloud of blackness seems to react ever so slightly. A series of lesser blows are exchanged, and the two fighters distance themselves once more. And then voices begin to echo:
"We took a major shot, but I feel fine!" comes from Green's cockpit.
"All this quintessence is keeping us at full power!" Hunk sounds awestruck, even excited.
"It's more than that. Can you hear your lions talking to you? Voltron is capable of more than we ever imagined." Keith's words come from...
BlackRed?? That sounds about right to Hunk.And as the head of Voltron charges and fires some laser eye beams at the Sincline, forcing it back further, Lotor switches to an offensive approach. So far so "my dice are drunk," everyone.