Short bc I'm tired and I've got homework. Enjoy!

Lance struggled to remember the name of the galra who was taking control of Keith's mind as he ran towards the red paladin, shooting at the blind general. She turned towards him but said nothing, did nothing. Keith, on the other hand, raised his sword. Lance stopped in his tracks - this was a fight he didn't want to win. But if he lost...

He just had to live on the edge of winning and losing until someone could take care of the general and free Keith.

And Keith had brought a knife to a gun fight. (No, really, everyone in the surrounding area had a gun of some sort. Except for alien Nico Di Angelo.)

"Hey, Mullet, you still in there?" Lance yelled, drawing Keith's attention away from a helpless Pidge (she had been shot in the side early on in the battle and was left with Keith to protect her. It had seemed like a good strategy at the time, but Lance was now regretting it. It was one more life on the line if he couldn't hold out.)

Keith didn't respond to his taunt but instead ran towards him, a scowl on his face that Lance was sure didn't belong to him.

"Oh, you want some? Let's go, just me and you." Lance was suddenly recalling the lyrics to a song from a cartoon he used to love. But, no cable in space, so...

Lance's thoughts were blown away by the air current generated by Keith's expert sword skills. It was sheer luck that Lance hadn't gotten stabbed. He scowled and raised his Bayard, willing it to turn into a sword as well. He didn't want to overpower and hurt Keith - it wasn't his fault that he was attacking.

He grinned as a blue sword sprung from his Bayard. He immediately swung it at Keith, parrying his blade.

"Come on, man! Step up your game!" Lance called, hoping to distract or anger the general long enough for her control to slip. After that, he wasn't sure what to do. But it would be a start.

"His skill is impressive. He will soon overpower you... Unless you pull the trigger. End him and you will be safe." Keith's voice sounded hollow, almost like he was a stereotypical earth robot. The desperation in his eyes almost made Lance listen.

Almost.

Lance knew better. He dodged and parried and sliced, trying not to hurt Keith. Keith was not returning the favor.

"Keith, fight her! I know you can do it!" Lance gasped, holding his arm in an attempt to staunch the blood dripping down on his hand. Keith stared at him, eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed as he tried to fight it. Lance stumbled backwards as Keith almost gained control again.

Almost.

The red paladin raised his sword and plunged it into Lance's chest, right next to his heart. The galra general - who Lance suddenly remembered to be called Narti (not that it mattered anymore) - released her control and teleported away in a cloud of black smoke.

Keith stared down at Lance, his body broken and bleeding because of him. His breathing was shallow and his eyes were closed, because of him.

What... What had he done?