[ Sorry, swordbro. He's going to use the gun. His heart sinks when he sees that shift. It has to be a trick of the light because there is no way. Putting his hand on his own chest and psyching himself up again. ]
Keep it cool. There's no way he's here. I can do this.
[ Time to move on from the body and run for his life to the shelter ]
[Prompto makes it to this wall without the graze of gunfire this time, and Gladio follows promptly. The wound on his arm bleeds in a slow and sluggish way, but it's fine. You're a step closer already, right? And if you keep taking those steps, then surely, surely you'll make it.
The next shelter is closer, but it appears there are already people huddling behind it. The shelter beyond that is even farther away, with no one there. Enemy fire is already concentrated on the closer shelter, however, which could make it harder to get past without trouble.]
[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.]
[ This would be so much easier if he can go Black Widow the enemies and take their weapons.
Covering his mouth as he goes, and he's determined not to slow down to keep the fire on him. If he can keep the enemy's attention on him, then Gladio can get to Noct. That is until he sees Kashuu. That actually gets him stumbling in his steps. ]
Kashuu?! [ Shit. It can't actually be him, right? He's holding a gun! There isn't any time to actually check or move because the barrel is flying at him and tears into him. ]
Fuck! [ Gritting his teeth. He hears Gladio, but doesn't quite recognize it with everything going until until he sees the soldiers. Bringing up the gun and taking aim. He's going to try to aim for the soldiers and fire at each of them ]
Anyway, Kashuu(?) - (as with Kazu(?) from before, the familiarity of this soldier's face seems to come and go) - doesn't look up at the sound of his name being called, because his hands have kind of had huge chunks taken out of them and he's busy dealing with that, the other two trying to tend to their own wounds and his.
Prompto aims and takes his shots toward the soldiers as they rush over, blades up and at the ready. Who brings swords to a gun fight, anyway? What are these guys, Shogunate soldiers? Wow. One is hit in the thigh and goes down with a yell, but as it happens, Prompto will feel the sharp and scolding emotions of his sword. That's wrong, remember? Those are the soldiers who need to win this war. What are you doing, shooting at them like that?
With a solidly middling shot, the other two manage to evade getting shot. One begins running toward Prompto with their blade pulled back, ready to strike at him, apparently feeling extremely ballsy considering this mans has a gun.
The third soldier goes to meet Gladio's stride for stride. Gladio lifts his gun and attempts to fire, but it jams thanks to that 10 roll. Maybe this is why the Shogunate side loses? Unfortunately, the leftover Chassepot Gladio grabbed from the table no longer has its bayonet, either. The Imperial soldier raises his blade and Gladio raises his gun at the same time, blocking an immediately fatal strike. Still, the blade hits just below his shoulder and tears down his side to the opposite hip. Ouchies.]
[ Gladio is getting owned over there. He'll use the bayonette to block the attack. Hundreds of lives versus saving the world though. He can't really save them, can he? The other group has to win. He feels prickling heat from the corner of his eyes and a tear slides down. He has to complete the mission first, then get back to them. He could use the ring, right? If his block is successful he'll push the attack back to get some distance between them. ]
[SCORDED. The sword is sympathetic, at least, in its distant way. Friends of Prompto's are friends of its, after all; the pain that Prompto feels for them, it feels, too.
But they have a mission to finish. It's no contest. The game of numbers always favors who or what can save the greatest number of lives.
Prompto blocks the attack and manages to push the soldier away, but they will come at him again soon after. Kinda hard to spare a life once they've already identified you as an enemy, right? Talking your way out of this one probably won't work, so maybe taking one life would be forgivable.
Gladio, at the very least, manages to give the Imperial soldier attacking him such a solid wholeass whack with the butt of his gun that the soldier's skull makes a sickening crack! and they collapse almost instantly, so that's one less enemy to worry about! Unfortunately, Gladio also collapses to the ground shortly after, clutching at his front.]
[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.]
[Who can say! Schrodinger's Kashuu is in the process of trying to make a dash for further shelter with the other two soldiers he was with, moving further away from Prompto and Gladio.
Gladio, to his credit, is managing to hold himself together literally and metaphorically quite well. He tries to smile through the pain of the cut, quickly bundling out of his jacket to bunch it up against his front in an attempt to stymie the flow of blood. With a nod:]
"Go - you can make it. Bring him back, alright? I'll be waiting for you two."
[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.]
It happens as the bullet goes through. He doesn't really feel the full extent of the wound, but does feel the familiar sensation of the bullet going through skin. He tries to move, and winds up landing just right in the pockmark to twist his ankle. ]
Shit! [ Gripping his free hand as he bites his lower lip. He has to get to Noct and complete the mission. He's going to try to ignore the pain he feels and keep on going.
He does look back at Fortress Uno and feels his heart sinking. Ignis, Aymeric and Meteion are fine, right?
He'll worry about it later, but he's going to try to see if he can sneak his way over. You know painfully. ]
[He can sneak his way over to the fortress, painfully! Luck isn't really on his side with that 7, though. More bullets graze him, and as he's trying to sneak his way across the field, he slices his forearm open on a broken, discarded blade.
On the plus side(?), the Imperial forces have given this fortress a relatively wide berth, almost like they're waiting for something, or someone. He won't have to worry about further potentially fatal encounters. Not here, at least.
Eventually, with the lead-heavy weight of a dying world on his shoulders, with the pain of leaving behind his loved ones and having to carry on without them, without even knowing if they'll be alright out there in the throes of this losing, bloody battle as injured as they are, he'll make it to the fortress.]
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[ Sorry, swordbro. He's going to use the gun. His heart sinks when he sees that shift. It has to be a trick of the light because there is no way. Putting his hand on his own chest and psyching himself up again. ]
Keep it cool. There's no way he's here. I can do this.
[ Time to move on from the body and run for his life to the shelter ]
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The next shelter is closer, but it appears there are already people huddling behind it. The shelter beyond that is even farther away, with no one there. Enemy fire is already concentrated on the closer shelter, however, which could make it harder to get past without trouble.]
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Hang on, big guy! We're almost there. Maybe there will be a cute nurse at the end of this.
[ Okay... too many people and he doesn't want to risk them as well. ]
Let me go first. Check on the others to see if they know about Noct.
[ Time to run run for his life again. He's going to risk it and for the shelter further away ]
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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.]
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Covering his mouth as he goes, and he's determined not to slow down to keep the fire on him. If he can keep the enemy's attention on him, then Gladio can get to Noct. That is until he sees Kashuu. That actually gets him stumbling in his steps. ]
Kashuu?! [ Shit. It can't actually be him, right? He's holding a gun! There isn't any time to actually check or move because the barrel is flying at him and tears into him. ]
Fuck! [ Gritting his teeth. He hears Gladio, but doesn't quite recognize it with everything going until until he sees the soldiers. Bringing up the gun and taking aim. He's going to try to aim for the soldiers and fire at each of them ]
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Anyway, Kashuu(?) - (as with Kazu(?) from before, the familiarity of this soldier's face seems to come and go) - doesn't look up at the sound of his name being called, because his hands have kind of had huge chunks taken out of them and he's busy dealing with that, the other two trying to tend to their own wounds and his.
Prompto aims and takes his shots toward the soldiers as they rush over, blades up and at the ready. Who brings swords to a gun fight, anyway? What are these guys, Shogunate soldiers? Wow. One is hit in the thigh and goes down with a yell, but as it happens, Prompto will feel the sharp and scolding emotions of his sword. That's wrong, remember? Those are the soldiers who need to win this war. What are you doing, shooting at them like that?
With a solidly middling shot, the other two manage to evade getting shot. One begins running toward Prompto with their blade pulled back, ready to strike at him, apparently feeling extremely ballsy considering this mans has a gun.
The third soldier goes to meet Gladio's stride for stride. Gladio lifts his gun and attempts to fire, but it jams thanks to that 10 roll. Maybe this is why the Shogunate side loses? Unfortunately, the leftover Chassepot Gladio grabbed from the table no longer has its bayonet, either. The Imperial soldier raises his blade and Gladio raises his gun at the same time, blocking an immediately fatal strike. Still, the blade hits just below his shoulder and tears down his side to the opposite hip. Ouchies.]
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Those are the soldiers who need to win? ]
But my friends... Gladio?!
[ Gladio is getting owned over there. He'll use the bayonette to block the attack. Hundreds of lives versus saving the world though. He can't really save them, can he? The other group has to win. He feels prickling heat from the corner of his eyes and a tear slides down. He has to complete the mission first, then get back to them. He could use the ring, right? If his block is successful he'll push the attack back to get some distance between them. ]
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But they have a mission to finish. It's no contest. The game of numbers always favors who or what can save the greatest number of lives.
Prompto blocks the attack and manages to push the soldier away, but they will come at him again soon after. Kinda hard to spare a life once they've already identified you as an enemy, right? Talking your way out of this one probably won't work, so maybe taking one life would be forgivable.
Gladio, at the very least, manages to give the Imperial soldier attacking him such a solid wholeass whack with the butt of his gun that the soldier's skull makes a sickening crack! and they collapse almost instantly, so that's one less enemy to worry about! Unfortunately, Gladio also collapses to the ground shortly after, clutching at his front.]
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Right. Let's deal with this and get moving.
[ He levels the gun to the charging guy to fire off another shot at him. He won't leave him alone if he just runs, so he has to take him out ]
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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.]
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He jogs over to Gladio, sparing a quick look at Shrodinger's Kashuu as he does. It can't be him, right? ]
Do you have any fight left in you, big guy? [ He... he probably doesn't, but this is Gladiolus. He would do whatever it takes to keep Noctis safe. ]
Think you can stay here while I go on ahead?
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Gladio, to his credit, is managing to hold himself together literally and metaphorically quite well. He tries to smile through the pain of the cut, quickly bundling out of his jacket to bunch it up against his front in an attempt to stymie the flow of blood. With a nod:]
"Go - you can make it. Bring him back, alright? I'll be waiting for you two."
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Reaching for his hand and giving it a squeeze. There's a stutter in his breathing as he does his best not to cry. ]
Yeah, I got it. I'll bring him back and we'll all make it out of here.
[ There's still so much that needs to be said. He feels a shaky feeling his his chest and legs as he's up and moving away from Gladio. ]
Calm down. We can do this. [ Time to continue on his journey to the next spot. ]
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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.]
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It happens as the bullet goes through. He doesn't really feel the full extent of the wound, but does feel the familiar sensation of the bullet going through skin. He tries to move, and winds up landing just right in the pockmark to twist his ankle. ]
Shit! [ Gripping his free hand as he bites his lower lip. He has to get to Noct and complete the mission. He's going to try to ignore the pain he feels and keep on going.
He does look back at Fortress Uno and feels his heart sinking. Ignis, Aymeric and Meteion are fine, right?
He'll worry about it later, but he's going to try to see if he can sneak his way over. You know painfully. ]
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On the plus side(?), the Imperial forces have given this fortress a relatively wide berth, almost like they're waiting for something, or someone. He won't have to worry about further potentially fatal encounters. Not here, at least.
Eventually, with the lead-heavy weight of a dying world on his shoulders, with the pain of leaving behind his loved ones and having to carry on without them, without even knowing if they'll be alright out there in the throes of this losing, bloody battle as injured as they are, he'll make it to the fortress.]