champion of my fate

The Krang throws him with force — weightless for only a moment as he soars through the air, he wonders how long he could really endure until his body would give in.He connects with the ground, knocking the wind, the everything out of him as he rolls for what feels like absolute miles.Somehow, he still has his photograph still crushed tightly in his palm, fingers working on every reflex to stay furled around it like it were the key itself.The Krang slides over him, looming over him with sheer size that it almost swallows Leo up whole in its shadow. “You,” it hisses. “Will die here!”Leo can’t lift his head anymore. Everything is too heavy and cumbersome and all his remaining strength is shunted off into making sure he doesn’t let go of that picture in his hand.He laughs. Something wet bursting in his chest. “That,” he huffs, “was kind of the point.”