[Prompto fires a round at the rushing soldier, which hits them dead-center in the chest. A spray of blood bursts forth from them like a geyser, smattering Prompto's front and cute pink hat in red as they fall to the ground, too.
It's a life that maybe shouldn't have been cut down, but it's still small. He feels safe - his sword feels safe - in knowing that this was an inconsequential loss. (Funny, isn't it, how some lives weigh so much heavier than others in the grand scheme of things.)
He can rush over to Gladio's side should he like. Gladio is bleeding quite heavily from the front, but thanks to pan's saving roll, he's not dead yet. It's sure looking gnarly, though.]
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It's a life that maybe shouldn't have been cut down, but it's still small. He feels safe - his sword feels safe - in knowing that this was an inconsequential loss. (Funny, isn't it, how some lives weigh so much heavier than others in the grand scheme of things.)
He can rush over to Gladio's side should he like. Gladio is bleeding quite heavily from the front, but thanks to pan's saving roll, he's not dead yet. It's sure looking gnarly, though.]