Acxa draws her fist back and fails a swing, sending her spinning away from Adrien. While Zethrid continues to struggle against whatever is holding her and a graze by Lance keeps her under control. Ezor charges at Shiro again as he freezes in place and slams him back. He rights himself against the back wall as his eyes widen.
Now he can see more than just Pidge, Sam, and Matt. Lance crouched and aiming. People unfamiliar to him, and Keith, older looking and wearing armor he hasn't seen in a while. Then he remembers. "What. Wait. What are you all doing here? How-"
The memory flickers like static. Abruptly there's a timeless expanse and the ground speeding by as the memory's owner charges at the red armored figure with blazing purple eyes. He's so much larger but the fight has to be.
The Black Lion looms overhead, a silent observer to the proceeding.
"You could never take my place as the head of Voltron!" The voice echoes as each strike is made and blocked or deflected. The hand is caught and pain flashes from the hand all the way up the arm. Shiro cries out and is sent flying with a solid kick to the chest.
Back into the present memory. He rubs at his chest, hissing at the remembered pain. "No, I don't like the Dream Width. But how did I get back out here? I went outside for a bit of air. That's the last I remember." He looks around at the people and swears. "Someone get the controls! Or this memory will loop."
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Now he can see more than just Pidge, Sam, and Matt. Lance crouched and aiming. People unfamiliar to him, and Keith, older looking and wearing armor he hasn't seen in a while. Then he remembers. "What. Wait. What are you all doing here? How-"
The memory flickers like static. Abruptly there's a timeless expanse and the ground speeding by as the memory's owner charges at the red armored figure with blazing purple eyes. He's so much larger but the fight has to be.
The Black Lion looms overhead, a silent observer to the proceeding.
"You could never take my place as the head of Voltron!" The voice echoes as each strike is made and blocked or deflected. The hand is caught and pain flashes from the hand all the way up the arm. Shiro cries out and is sent flying with a solid kick to the chest.
Back into the present memory. He rubs at his chest, hissing at the remembered pain. "No, I don't like the Dream Width. But how did I get back out here? I went outside for a bit of air. That's the last I remember." He looks around at the people and swears. "Someone get the controls! Or this memory will loop."