[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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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.]