[“It’s ok, I gotcha...”]

Been a smidge since I’ve written some good old fluff, so have a Sword bot ❤️

sword my beloved

PREVIEW:

The phight is neck and neck, rockets flying, hammers smashing, it’s all a blur.

You’re trying your best, shooting, swinging... and probably looking ridiculous. You hear sounds of the destruction you’re causing... or maybe it’s just the other phighters. You can’t really tell anymore.

“God damnit, Sword... let me heal you, dumbass!” You hear Medkit shout, the agitation palpable in his voice, as Sword practically twirls around the battleground, dodging all attempts of Medkit trying to help them.

But of course, you get a little too distracted at Sword, that you don’t even notice the giant hammer swinging into the left side of your body.

As you fly through the air, your arm most likely shattered along with your ribs, you accept your fate as you plummet to the ground...

Except, instead of feeling solid concrete, you fall right into Sword’s arms, his face practically bewildered.

“Oh. Didn’t know it was raining people.” He said jokingly, as he held you in his arms. He finally notices your battered left side, and his face switches to a more serious expression, a rare sight for him. “Woah... hey, it’s gonna be alright, ok? I’ve gotcha.”