[ Deep breaths, clear mind, Aymeric thinks to himself as he holds the hilt of his sword again. They need to focus... Don't think about Lucia, or the rest they've left behind. Trust that Prompto is all right. ]
We can't let them take us, Meteion. They would put us in our graves.
[ He thinks to flee, but... How far can they really go? They only need to see this to the end, don't they? Aymeric unsheathes his sword with his working on, burn in his palm searing, but he fights the pain. With quick steps, avoiding whatever loaded shots possible, he puts in enough force to run a blade through a rushing soldier. It may not kill them, but he also yeets them to another to buy more time.
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We can't let them take us, Meteion. They would put us in our graves.
[ He thinks to flee, but... How far can they really go? They only need to see this to the end, don't they? Aymeric unsheathes his sword with his working on, burn in his palm searing, but he fights the pain. With quick steps, avoiding whatever loaded shots possible, he puts in enough force to run a blade through a rushing soldier. It may not kill them, but he also yeets them to another to buy more time.
WHERE THE FUCK IS HIJIKATA ]