[He runs for his life! It doesn't go so well this time, whoops. He does a pretty decent job of avoiding the gunfire from the enemies, with the bullets whizzing by and leaving pockmarks in the ground around him, kicking up sand into his face and clogging the air with more smoke.
But one of the soldiers camping out behind the shelter - who may look familiar to him in passing - fumbles with his rifle in an attempt to return fire so they can get back to safety, too. The gun backfires in his hands, though; these rifles are certainly not the best. There are startled shouts and yelps of pain from the cluster of people which can barely be heard over the gun more or less exploding. A piece of the barrel, blown clean off, flies in Prompto's direction and tears into his side.
At the same time, some enemy soldiers have gotten a little less cautious. A battle cry sounds out from behind him, where Gladio is; a small group of three armed soldiers are charging up the field, swords drawn and at the ready.]
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But one of the soldiers camping out behind the shelter - who may look familiar to him in passing - fumbles with his rifle in an attempt to return fire so they can get back to safety, too. The gun backfires in his hands, though; these rifles are certainly not the best. There are startled shouts and yelps of pain from the cluster of people which can barely be heard over the gun more or less exploding. A piece of the barrel, blown clean off, flies in Prompto's direction and tears into his side.
At the same time, some enemy soldiers have gotten a little less cautious. A battle cry sounds out from behind him, where Gladio is; a small group of three armed soldiers are charging up the field, swords drawn and at the ready.]