Nothing is Good in War Except it's Ending-Voltron x Reader

Chapter Thirty-One: NO MEANS NO!

The sound of a door sliding open completely destroyed my moment. I spun back around, to see, you guessed it;

Galra.

Shocking, I know.

"Bro, help those guys, yeah?" I said breathlessly, swinging my sword around to gesture to the paladins.

"Dude, no. I just for reunited with you. You are absolutely not going to fight on your own." He snapped.

"Puh-lease. Whose the one who joined the army first?" I argued.

"Uh–"

"And who came up with the best fighting tactics?"

"Well–"

"AND who died and came back to life?"

"(Y/n)–"

"And who completely demolished three fourths of a Galra army that was storming on our planet? Who managed to capture it's captain? Who managed to save our leader from apparent doom when everything else seemed lost?" I listed, counting on my fingers.

"Mother of–"

"WHAT I'm saying is," I interrupted, "that I've got this."

"Fine." He mumbled, nodding and rushing past me. I positioned myself right in between the soldiers and the paladins.

"Step aside." The voice, coming from the middle of the three, was deep. It seemed to echo with power.

I cocked an eyebrow at him. Who did he think he was dealing with? Did he even think at all? Was there even a smidge of brain cell in that head of his?

I was guessing not.

So, my logical answer was, "No."

"Prisoner number 4362, you will answer to my commands. Step aside. Now." His voice was commanding. I suppose it was meant to be.

I completely blanked. My muscles seemed frozen in place. My mind was gone, spiralling into darkness. I felt blinded. Paralyzed. But nothing could reach me like this. Noting could harm me. Just under carefree control. No worries, no restraints, no anxiety.

I felt my racing thoughts dissipate into nothing. All I had to do was follow orders, right? Then nothing could hurt me.

Quiet, content, peaceful.

I felt something shoulder past me.

Hold up.

I grabbed the guys wrist, and promptly flipped him into his back. A loud, reverberating bang echoed through the stadium.

There was a drawn out silence afterwards. I could feel all of their eyes on me. My grip tightened on my sword, my hand still clutching the guys wrist. Hard.

"No." I repeated.

"Prisoner–"

"NO! NOPE! LA LA LA~ CAN'T HEAR A WORD YOU'RE SAYING! I'M NOT LISTENING!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, swinging the guy I had on the ground right around to the left most soldier, tripping him.

"PRISONER–"

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU! SINGING! LA LA~! OTHER INCOHERENT NOISES! LALALA!" I shouted. "YELLING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS! YOU CAN'T CONTROL MEEE~~!"

"P–"

"NOPE! NOBODY CAN HEAR YOU! OTHER BELITTLING COMMENTS! Uh, YOU'RE UGLY! UM– YOU AREN'T THE MOST LOYAL SOLDIER! UH-UH-UHM–MORE DEGRADING COMMENTS THAT'LL LOWER YOUR EGO!" I bellowed, beginning to attack the other soldier, swinging my sword at him. "YOU MEAN NOTHING! UH–YOU CAN'T EVEN CONTROL YOUR OWN PRISONERS YOU USELESS PILE OF PURPLE AND GREY METAL POTATOES!"

I managed to knock out the three after yelling my voice hoarse for the past few minutes. I had a headache, I realized, but I barely had time to gather myself before more Galra soldiers exploded into the arena.

"ONE MORE TIME FOR THOSE WHO'RE DOUBTFUL!" I managed to yell, and checked the watch embedded in my armour. "NO MEANS NO!"

And I charged.