The green lion has fallen.
Red had felt the green one’s agony the moment the blast struck her. It had shaken Red to her core, causing a momentary feeling of dismay to flood her. This was not how things should have gone. They weren’t supposed to lose. She knew it was possible, of course. Red wasn’t so naïve as to think that they were invincible in their youthful stages. As well as things were going, she had known that this battle wouldn’t have been their last. The Galra had grown too mighty, and they were far too resilient to lose everything in one battle.
But for the green lion to go offline like that??
This was no ordinary shut down, and as Red blasted herself along the tumultuous terrain of battle; she was certain their situation was dire. They could not form without the green, and if they could not form they could not win. They would lose, and their paladins would die. Her gaze swept hastily across the field, searching for her own paladin among the sea of war and death. She could sense his adrenaline, it was in part what pushed her in the direction opposite from him. She needed to check on the Green–to keep the Galra from capturing them.
She can feel the electricity in the air long before the buzz is heard. They are powering up an ion canon once again. If the Green is hit once again it will be her end. The green paladin is not safe. She is out and screaming, beating frantically at Green to try to get her back. She must have been ejected, thrown when Green was first struck. The Green one must have made a last ditch effort to save her paladin.
Red’s systems flare with warning, the ion canons glare is vibrant now. She does not falter, swooping in to scoop up the small one just moments before the blast rocks her frame. Its force flips her, sending her rolling. She skids and bounces upon the terrain, red warnings flaring up in the cockpit with different system failures. Her mechanical limbs feel wrong, weak as she regains her stance. She hobbles back in front of the green, same old tenacious beast. If she is hit again, she will join the Green in comatose, of this she is sure. Yet, despite this, Red remains. A growl is offered in challenge, though it is weak. She is uncertain of most things, but one thing is for sure:
They cannot afford to lose any of the lions. Not again.
