Lia: Say it!

Fastion: No.

Lia: Saaaaaay it.

Fastion: No. The Green Rider Universe and all its chararacters, plot, etc., belong to Kristen Britain, not some little upstart with a frightening (yet flattering) obsession for Black Shields.

~*~

The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army

"Gods be good."
"Yeah." Karigan looked to the Rider next to her. He was pale, shaking. The army advancing on them was... it was... Mornhavon's. Forty thousand strong. She steeled herself and drew her sword, telling herself, 'Be strong, Kari.'
'AAAAAHHHHHHHOOOOOOOO' Captain had blown the horn and given the signal.

They were advancing.

AAAAAAHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

She glanced one last time at the Rider, reasuringly.

A feral cry ripped from her throat as they charged.

OneRepblic - Made for You

Zachary loosed a sigh, letting the quill from his fingers. Kari wouldn't want his letter. Not this one, not the ones before... it was like she was pretending he didn't exist. 'Like she wants to distance herself from me...' Maybe she was the only one with sense, between them. It was hopeless, completely, utterly-
There was a knock at his door, and he looked up sharply.
"Who?"
"Rider G'adheon, Majesty," His Weapon Donal answered through the door.

Cobra Starship - You Make Me Feel Like

She was pretty. Really pretty.
Yates grinned and sank into the plush armchair, admiring the new Rider Beryl Spencer from afar. (Afar being only halfway across the common room) She was talking to Mara, he couldn't hear what. But it must've amused her the way her eyes lit up.
"I wouldn't try," he heard F'ryan say next to him.
"Hmmm?"
"That one's an initiate. And..." The man's voice lowered a little. "I've heard she's also an interrogator. And a damn good one."
Yates' grin broadened. He liked challenges.

Florence + the Machine - Leave My Body

Brienne couldn't lie to herself: the oaths scared her. They scared all the Pledges-
they were so absolute. As she plaited her hair into a simple braid, she ran through the oath again. Protect king and country... lives entirely devoted to servitude... death is honor. In this and all nights... So my watch begins, and shall not end till mine death... The young swordsmaster swallowed a lump in her throat and tugged at the simple black tunic she had been given. Was she turning craven? Not after five years of hard work, not after about a
hundred bruises bigger than both her hands side by side, after broken bones and sprained
wrists, hours of standing absolutely. Still. for full days... No. Sucking in a deep breath, Brienne steeled herself. No going back.

Mumford and Sons - White Blank Page

"It's not fair," the princess murmurs against his chest. Saverill wants to laugh- no, it's not. That this girl should use him like this, that he would take it... He sighs and she must have mistaken it for something else because she smiles up at him. Sweet and innocent looking, but he knows her better than that.
"I won't let them kill you," she says. He nearly scoffs.
"No."
A pause.
"You knew the consequences of forcing me into... with you. " He can't call her selfish and cruel to her face, but let her draw her own conclusions. She isn't completely daft.
Not completely.

A/N: This was such a challenge, and probably turned out a complete fail. I have NebulaSpider to credit for the idea of little song-based drabble things. XD I'll admit I'm a NOTORIOUSLY
SLOW WRITER. (Double emphasis. And just ask Nut if you don't believe me) And it usually takes me at least an half an hour to write a hundred or so words, so doing it in four minutes per... well, probably didn't turn out so great. My appoligies.

Little sneak peak of next drabble (writen by Lia, since I have yet to force Nut to write another...)

"You're the Raven Mask..." She seemed half in a daze.
"Yes."
Pause.

Pause.
"You're the Raven Mask!"
Amberhill heaved a sigh. "Yes, thank you, we've established that."