Keith wasn't really sure what to expect from falling into that corrupted wormhole, giant robot lion and all. Suddenly being on a train in Space Wild West was not even close to the scenarios he might have entertained.
He spares his strangely setting appropriate clothing a withering stare, tosses off the hat, and then curses the fact that his bayard's been traded for a bunch of weird looking guns. Guns. He wasn't the gunner of their outfit. That was Lance or Hunk, wherever they ended up. Looks like he would have to make due on his own. The thought leaves a sour taste in his mouth but he presses on before he can dwell on it.
After the bandits make their appearance he doesn't waste time making his way to the top of the train. Whatever was going on here, these guys were obviously bad news and he wasn't about to let them take over. Not to mention he needed to let off some steam.
The stun blasters last about half a minute before he throws them at the nearest bandit in frustration and opts to go for a more direct approach. His fast and light on his feet and all but wails on the bandits pushing them back off the train.
"You're not getting any farther than this!"
He's doing okay, but they're probably about to overwhelm him. Assist?
[ C ]
Well, this whole operation sure went to shit pretty fast. The bandits nearly took the train over and managed to divert it towards an unfinished line with a conveniently unfinished bridge. Keith was half way to figuring out how to safely get two hundred people to jump off a train when someone helpfully pointed out that there was a railroad switch up ahead and the train could be set back on a safe path if someone could get to it.
He eyes one of the approaching bandits and fucking leaps off the roof of the train and shoves the bandit off his own damn hover bike. Whoever he was working with up to this point had better be paying attention, because he's calling after you.
Keith | Voltron: Legendary Defenders
Keith wasn't really sure what to expect from falling into that corrupted wormhole, giant robot lion and all. Suddenly being on a train in Space Wild West was not even close to the scenarios he might have entertained.
He spares his strangely setting appropriate clothing a withering stare, tosses off the hat, and then curses the fact that his bayard's been traded for a bunch of weird looking guns. Guns. He wasn't the gunner of their outfit. That was Lance or Hunk, wherever they ended up. Looks like he would have to make due on his own. The thought leaves a sour taste in his mouth but he presses on before he can dwell on it.
After the bandits make their appearance he doesn't waste time making his way to the top of the train. Whatever was going on here, these guys were obviously bad news and he wasn't about to let them take over. Not to mention he needed to let off some steam.
The stun blasters last about half a minute before he throws them at the nearest bandit in frustration and opts to go for a more direct approach. His fast and light on his feet and all but wails on the bandits pushing them back off the train.
"You're not getting any farther than this!"
He's doing okay, but they're probably about to overwhelm him. Assist?
[ C ]
Well, this whole operation sure went to shit pretty fast. The bandits nearly took the train over and managed to divert it towards an unfinished line with a conveniently unfinished bridge. Keith was half way to figuring out how to safely get two hundred people to jump off a train when someone helpfully pointed out that there was a railroad switch up ahead and the train could be set back on a safe path if someone could get to it.
He eyes one of the approaching bandits and fucking leaps off the roof of the train and shoves the bandit off his own damn hover bike. Whoever he was working with up to this point had better be paying attention, because he's calling after you.
"Hurry up, We don't have any time! Cover me!"