The captured paladins watched with wide smiles as their leader tore through the wave of sentries and Galras, trying to get to them.
Viroen, a Blade member who was captured with them when he tried to save the paladins stared in awe and horror at the black paladin. The man's strikes were true and fatal, killing anyone and anything that dared stand in their way. As he watched this morbid display of elegance and skill, Viroen was suddenly reminded that the gentle and firm leader of Voltron was also the Champion of the Arena.
"The Black Paladin is winning." Viroen spoke breathlessly, still having a bit of trouble trying to breathe properly after being kicked squarely in the chest.
Pidge, who was kneeling close enough to hear it, let out a snort. "Winning? No. Shiro is not winning. He's dominating. And Shiro's the fucking best at that." she spoke with pride, eyes gleaming with glee at the carnage happening in front of her. "But he can't be the only one hogging all the fun," she smiled, baring her teeth.
Sensing that the green paladin is up to something, Viroen opened his mouth to ask. "What are you-" before he could finish his sentence, he felt the binds around his wrists fell off, the cuff now lying uselessly on the floor.
The sound of something clattering to the floor drew his attention and he watched in amazement as the paladins stood up without any trouble.
Pidge turned her head to look at him and Viroen had to suppress a shudder when the only female paladin flashed a vicious grin. "It would be better for you to go back now." she suggested before leaping into the fray, joining her team in wrecking havoc within this place.
A hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, startling him out of his daze.
Looking up over his shoulder, Viroen sighed in relief at the sight of his Blade brothers, standing around him in a defensive formation, awaiting orders.
"Viroen. We must go." Garwek pressed, his hand on Viroen's injured shoulder tightening, causing him to wince.
Seeing that, Garwek eased his hold and pulled Viroen up to his feet. "I apologise. But we simply have no time to check your injuries. The Altean Princess had already positioned the castle near our escape route." he informed him. "We must hurry."
"What about our objective?" he asked as he stumbled forward. Garwek managed to catch him before he crashed to the floor.
"The Green Paladin had secured it. We need to hurry and go. Now." he pressed as he slinged Viroen's hand around his neck, the other leaning heavily against him for support.
With Garwek now assisting him walk, Viroen had no choice but to leave the battlefield, glancing back once in awhile to catch glimpses of the paladins in action.
"Focus, Viroen!" Garwek snapped beside him.
Mumbling something under his breath, Viroen threw one last glance back before he concentrated on getting out of here and go back to the castle.
"The paladins are truly different than what they showed us," he commented absentmindedly, wincing and biting back a groan once in awhile when his bad shoulder jostled.
Garwek huffed out a laugh. "And you realised that now, brother?"
Viroen didn't pout. Blades do not pout.
