Talkative-Klance

Heart eyes McClain

{photo by Elentori}

Lance smiled softly. Keith was going to teach him how to use his sword properly, and he was excited.

"Alright, first, when the hell did you get a sword?! Last I checked you were specifically a sharpshooter." Keith said, crossing his arms and looking down at Lance with a smug smirk.

Lance's cheeks went pink and he crossed his arms, standing on tiptoe. "I've had it since..a while ago." He said, sticking his nose in the air.

Keith poked it, and Lance opened his eyes. "Hey! No touching the merchandise. You touch you buy." He said, bumping his hip against Keith's.

"Let's get to training." He said, taking his bayard and forming his sword, standing loosely.

"No no. The first thing you need to know about your sword is stance. Spread your legs out like this." Keith said, taking his own bayard and demonstrating.

"Now with your dominant hand, grip the handle like so, and place your lesser hand on top, like this. Have one foot going straight and the other facing the other direction." He said, explaining how to use it.

"Got it, one foot straight one foot gay, just like me." Lance grinned, making a pun. Keith scoffed, holding in his chuckles.

"Right. Now swing like you're swinging a baseball bat." Keith said, breaking stance and getting a rock, chucking it at Lance.

He missed completely, the rock yeeting into his face and making him yell.

Keith sighed, going to help Lance up.
"Cmon, blue, we don't have all day. We've gotta get back on the road once Coran harvests that crystal." He said, pulling Lance into his chest and letting him go. No time for sappy bonding moments today.

"Here, do it like this. Hold your sword." He said, getting behind Lance.

"Now take your stance like this." Keith placed his hands on his hips, adjusting his legs apart and facing his foot the right way. "And swing just like this." Keith reached around him and guided Lance, placing his hands on top of Lance's and showing him how to lock target.

"You keep your eye right on your attacker. And once you've locked on to where you want to swing, swing as hard as you can like this and twist your foot straight again." Keith instructed, swinging the sword with Lance and showing him how to twist his foot from horizontal to diagonal.

Lance was blushing severely. Keith was pressed right up against his back and was now holding his hips steady as he took a few practice swings. He could practically feel his heart pumping in his ears.

"Wonderful. Now just do that while I'm throwing. Soon enough we'll be able to spar." He said, his hands leaving Lance's hips and picking up another rock.

He stood far off this time and yeeted the rock at him, grinning proudly as Lance swung with all his might, slicing it right in half and causing it to crumble  midair.

Keith laughed happily. "Perfect! Just like that!" He smiled at Lance.

Lance's insides turned to mush, and he smiled stupidly, nodding his head and steadying his balance once again.

The two continued on for another half hour, throwing rocks and slicing them, before Keith decided they were ready to spar.

"Now make sure you don't actually hit me, you're only allowed to push me down." He said, taking his blade and extending it into a sword, finding his stance.

"Three...two...one...go!"

The two began to battle, their swords clashing and clanging against one another's as they jumped and dodged. Before Lance had a chance to react, Keith knocked his sword out of his hands and pinned him to the ground, straddling him and bringing his sword to the throat of his enemy.