You knew this one was coming, how can you not?! This is Lance we're talking about.
Irony, something like...a firemen's house catching on fire. That's ironic. You know what else is ironic? Right now.
A body kept flailing in the water. This human was an excellent swimmer, and with being so painfully close to dry land; it would be rather obvious that foul play was involved. Which there was. A person, a different species than the human drowning, was using one of it's four muscular arms to hold the human down.
Why? It was scared of the human, the human who called itself Lance. A paladin of Voltron. The person didn't know what Voltron was, didn't know how the alien who said it was human spoke a language it knew. The person just didn't understand. Although, it did know one it.
It was sacred.
And when its kind was sacred, and did not understand something. They killed it.
So it did. It kept the alien underwater until it stopped struggling. It looked over to the alien's helmet, blue and white, it lay nearby a plant. To far from the water. Perhaps that was for the best. The human might be able to live underwater with that thing. The person took a breath of relief. The threat was neutralized.
It stretched its four arms and looked at its refection in the water. Light brown skin, large toned body, small head, more limbs than it needed. It looked nothing like the human.
Unmoving.
Floating on the water's surface.
Two arms.
Two legs.
Darker brown skin.
Eyes of blue.
Yeah, it definitely got rid of a threat.
Okay so,…you and I were both tricked. When I started writing this, I intended to have Lance drown because he can't surface or he'll be shot to death bc of the aliens on the planet. By the time he can finally put out his upper torso, (and not just his face to get air) he's already drifted off way to much and is in the middle of nowhere. And he get tired of swimming so long and getting nowhere, so he ends up drowning from sleepiness.