[Prompto leaves his bleeding friend behind, Gladio shakily making his way to one of the haphazard piles of wood and grainsack to collapse behind, waiting for a medic who will never come now that their fortress has been infiltrated.
On his way to the next spot, a few bullets zip and zing by him: one flies through one of his calves in a clean, horrible strike, straight through the meat of the muscle and out the other side. If he isn't careful, he'll likely twist an ankle in one of the many divots and pockmarks left on this scarred strip of earth, too. But he'll make it there alive, at least.
He's closer than ever to the fortress now. He can see it yards away, though it's hard to make out anyone on the inside of it from here. Enemy formations dot the edge of the grassy area leading up to the fort, but it seems they've come to a stand-still for the time being. If he turns to look back toward the fortress, he'll see a thick column of smoke rising up from its side, where the damaged wall sits, and he can hear the distant sound of screaming from it.]
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On his way to the next spot, a few bullets zip and zing by him: one flies through one of his calves in a clean, horrible strike, straight through the meat of the muscle and out the other side. If he isn't careful, he'll likely twist an ankle in one of the many divots and pockmarks left on this scarred strip of earth, too. But he'll make it there alive, at least.
He's closer than ever to the fortress now. He can see it yards away, though it's hard to make out anyone on the inside of it from here. Enemy formations dot the edge of the grassy area leading up to the fort, but it seems they've come to a stand-still for the time being. If he turns to look back toward the fortress, he'll see a thick column of smoke rising up from its side, where the damaged wall sits, and he can hear the distant sound of screaming from it.]