Langst

Ch 1- Training

     Lance McClain was in his room, getting ready for the day using Maxim strength concealer to cover up the rigid scar on his jaw. He ruminated on the moment he'd gotten it. The day his father threw him into their family's glass coffee table.
     There was a knock on the reinforced metal door to his quarters, he called out "just a second!" before finishing the final touches, making sure his embarrassment couldn't be seen, before opening the door for his unknown visitor.
     It was Keith, there to rudely demand that Lance get up already and get his breakfast before it was all gone. Lance went to the dining room to do exactly that when Shiro stopped him, sighing.
     The black paladin reprimanded him. "Lance your performance on the field has been . . . less than satisfactory. Today I want you to go to the training room after you finish yourself breakfast to practice your aim and agility. By the end of today I want you at least level 20 in the records."
     Shiro hadn't known that the Cuban boy was already at level 45 in the original records. Lance had found the training to be too easy in general and had made a new record for himself to start from scratch on while using a handicap. He did not allow himself to use his bayard.
     Lance figured he could go back to his original records to practice his bayard, make sure he wasn't rusty. Then he'd go back to his new record and practice until he reached level 20.
     He didn't mind, it was fun and he was already on level 5. He'd been practicing on his handicap file for 2 days and for 10 minutes each, so of course he'd only be level 5 and seem like he had no skill.
     The Cuban boy practiced on both files and when he was done, he realized he'd gotten carried away. He was now level 50 on his original records and level 29 on his handicap file.
     He took a water break and Shiro walked in. He had assumed that Lance had been slacking off. He demanded for Lance to show him his progress. When he saw Lance's level, he was surprised. It felt like the blue paladin was flying past his levels.
     Shiro accused Lance of tampering with the file, and texted Pidge to check when they had time. He then ordered Lance to spar with him. He saw that the blue paladin hadn't pulled out his own batard. That was odd.
     Lance was the only one to evolve his bayard, if Lance was worried about his gun being unhelpful he could have switched his bayard to sword mode. Shiro scoffed, thinking he was being underestimated, but he let it go.
     The fight started and Shiro struck first, surprised when Lance effortlessly blocked him with a raised leg. Shiro was impressed at the brunette's flexibility and speed, much less the whole movement and prediction of his own strike.
     The leader brushed it off and sweeped Lance's legs. Lance jumped into a front flip with his leg stuck out, kicking Shiro to fall forward, landing the older man in a split. Shiro's hip overextended and he immediately surrendered.
     Lance was surprised to hear his idol give up, especially so soon. The black paladin groaned and requested Lance's help to get out of his unfortunate position.
     He quickly praised Lance before walking off in the direction of the med bay to make sure he didn't tare anything. He then texted Pidge nevermind, then Allura to let Lance be about his training. When the Altean asked why he responded "he beat me in a spar in the second move without even trying. If you think he needs our help it's the other way around."
     He then texted Coran that he'd appreciate it if he could meet him in the med bay for a quick checkup. When he got to the med bay he saw that Keith was already there getting a small cut bandaged. He told the smaller man that he should "consider sparring with Lance. He's gotten a lot better since the last time we sparred." Keith tisked and rolled his eyes. "Lance? I bet he's never even been in the training room by himself." "I'm just saying, consider it." Shiro urged.