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Coran started up a few training levels with the robots so that everyone could warm up properly and they could make sure the medicine was in full effect. Since the levels build in intensity, they started with level one and continued up to level 10. They were working extremely well together completing the levels since none of them were holding anything back.
Nobody but Lance.
He stayed in his position and kept his bayard in its original form. Allowing the other paladins to step in and help when it seemed to get too difficult for him.
After the warm up level, everyone was buzzing with barely contained energy. So Allura and Coran start assigning everyone their first pairings to spar with. Coran even rolled out a board with a bracketed map. It also had magnets with their faces on the side. Shiro and Hunk were to go first. Coran Moved their magnets to one of the bottom branches.
The yellow and black paladin stepped into the sparring ring, handing Allura their bayards on the way in. Coran blows a whistle he was hiding somewhere. They start circling each other waiting for the other person to start it off.
Soon though Hunk steps forward and throws a punch. Shiro blocks it with his forearm and counters swiftly with a sweep of his leg. It hits Hunk in the ankle and knocks him off balance. As he's stumbling to regain his footing, Shiro lands a couple more hits. Hunk grabs his legs from the ground and pulls hard, making Shiro land on his ass. But he quickly twists around and after a little scuffling, has Hunk in a chokehold. He tries to get away but ultimately has to tap out.
“Well done yellow! You lasted quite long, surprisingly!” Coran chips as he moves Shiro's magnet up to the next level.
“Dudes that was one of the freakiest things ever, I was terrified that whole time, but didn’t want to run at the same time. Good game Shiro!” Hunk said, standing up and helping Shiro up at the same time.
“Next up is Pidge and Keith” Allura announced, taking their bayards from them as well as they stepped up.
The sparring continued similarly as it did with Hunk and Shiro, ultimately Keith won with his superior size and Galran strength. Next Lance and Hunk fought. After a long struggle, Lance barely won by slipping past him and landing a good hit he wasn’t expecting.
After the first rounds were done, Coran moved everyone's magnets. The sparring continued until everyone had had a turn with each other. As it got closer to the final rounds Pidge started getting worried. Herself and Hunk were already out, him in last place and her in second to last. She eyed Lance nervously. She knew that he wasn’t under the effects of the medicine as the rest of them were, but he was still fighting with what seemed like all his might.
Next up was Keith and Lance. They stepped into the ring together, Lance cracking a smile to goad him. The red paladin just sneered at him and raised his fists. Coran blew his whistle to signify the start of the match. The two boys moved so quickly, it was hard to keep up, and even harder to tell who had the upper hand. Everyone watched and waited with different expressions. Hunk was cheering his friend on with all his might, Shiro was standing with his arms crossed fully focused on the fight, and Pidge watched anxiously.
After a while, Keith seemed like he was letting the fatigue get to him. But at the last second when it looked like Lance was getting the upper hand, Keith landed a powerful right hook straight to Lance's jaw. It knocked him directly to the ground and forced him to tap out.
After that, Shiro and Keith sparred and Keith lost. Coran clapped his hands excitedly as he wheeled his scoreboard over to all the exhausted paladins. In first place was Shiro, next Keith, then Lance, Pidge, and Hunk.
“Well done everyone, you all did very excellent today. Please drink this to reverse the effects of the earlier drink. Afterwards I suggest heading to the medbay so we can make sure nobody is too injured from today. The rest of the day is yours.” Allura said, handing out another swamp water looking drink.
“Ugh will the weird potions you make us drink ever not look like swamp water?” Lance said, making a face at the liquid swishing in the cup.
“Just drink it Lance. It’s not that bad” Keith replied, annoyed.