There were only three things Lance knew before he moved the controls and sped towards the Blue Lion.
The shield was broken; their only protection against the giant Galra warship was gone. His fingers held on with a vice grip and he urged Red on to go faster.
Lance never had a special relationship to fire, not as he had with water. Sometimes he felt it would have been poetic if his first love had been the ocean and his second one an inferno. But that wasn't the case.