It was an accident. A mistake really. He didn't know. He didn't see him.
"Oh God." The red paladin was close to having a panic attack right now. He looked at the scene before him. Wrong. Everywhere was red and held the scent of iron with it. It clung heavily to the air. The blunt of the red was pooled around the paw of his lion. Small amounts of it was clinging onto the painted metal.
He couldn't feel any of the waves of reassures that his lion sent to him. All he could feel was shook, disbelief, and saddness.
There was one thing he did hear though, a scream as he landed. The landing had been rough, and he really couldn't control his lion. The druid's fucking magic hit Red and he lost control of her. How the hell was he suppose to know someone was beneath him? Why didn't Red avoid stepping on him?! Oh God. Oh God. Shit!
Keith hit the ground, his breathing began to quicken. Fuck, I can't have a panic attack now, I need too— He clawed at his chest as of it would help him breath, and he gave in.
When Keith came back to his senses, he could still smell the scent of blood lingering around. He looked around himself, the blood was starting to turn brown. He would've gaged if he wasn't so use to the sight of blood. His eyes traveled over to the broken pieces of armor. White and blue.
Shit.
He would have to clean this up.
So, sorry for that awkward chapter. I had a hard time writing for these, but I think it came out ok. Anyway, this was a prompt from my older brother. (My only sibling. He said 'Red steps on Lance.') So I wrote it, because that was the first suggestion he gave me when I told him about this story. I have a few more prompts from him, but I'll write those later. The next chapter is going to be based off a chapter I read from another story. :)
By the way, Keith cleaned up the evidence and covered up Lance's death. (Well not really, cover up; but more so pretend he doesn't know what happened and claims that he found Lance's mangled body.)