“Hi'ya’ the names Lance.” The Paladin yells. He takes a sudden swing left, shooting the one eyed-tentacled monster. The expert shot leaves the barf colored creature good for dead. There’s no time to gloat about such a victory…that comes later once everyone is safe. Priorities.

Lances frame heaves in exertion, but he turns to the crowd with a charming grin, eyes skimming yours. “I’m a red paladin of Voltron—“ a hand goes up in the crowd. “-and before you ask, yeah, I know the suits blue. But unless we want that guys,” he gestures to the beast. “ friends coming to complain they didn’t they an invite to the party, we gotta skedaddle. So follow me and I’ll lead you all to safety.” You start to follow him, “everyone stay together,” he calls over his shoulder. He’s totally got this. Except he doesn’t, becuase, as if earth didn’t hate him enough, the whole universe has it out to get him too. A monster, smaller than the last kriffin’ sparkles into existence before ramming into his side.