"Yet, he didn't attack, only defended. He simply moved to block Lance, not even breaking a sweat. Lance swept a leg out, causing Keith to fall backwards on the training room floor. Lance quickly pinned him, all but straddling the other man as he held his sword towards his chest. Lance leaned in, furious. 'Quit,' he panted. 'Going easy... on me.' Keith grinned. He wasn't even out of breath. 'What, tired already, Sharpshooter?' 'You wish, Mullet.'" A collection of prompt-based Klance oneshots.