[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver. [ for Prompto ]
How the hell do these damn Imperials keep finding them?!
The four guys have cleaned up the soldiers' numbers significantly since encountering their current road block, but enough remain to continue to give them trouble. Enough that it becomes a challenge to keep track of where each and every one is.
Prompto's too occupied with the few in front of him to notice the one charging from behind, blade at the ready. By the time his current targets are downed and he turns around, it's already too late to dodge. He braces —
— But the impact never comes.
Prompto's eyes go from squeezed shut to wide with horror in a second when he realizes that the royal blue glow of warp magic stands between him and the soldier. He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. He hears Ignis call Noct's name. Realization sets in.
Overcome by a wave of adrenaline, he pulls Noctis back towards safety. He kicks the soldier down and away, putting distance between Noct and his attacker. And he unloads his chamber into the mechanical body, every feature on his face taut in his retaliation.
Bang. Bang. BANG. Just to be thorough. To be sure that doesn't happen again. To be sure he doesn't cause that to happen again.
Once he's sure the metallic soldier is no more, Prompto turns to Noctis, procuring a Potion from the Armiger to tide him over until the battle is over. They'd still have to look him over afterwards...and the guilt eats away at him for that.
❝ You really didn't need to do that! You could've... ❞
