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Prompto sat outside the caravan looking out across the land. Smoke could still be seen rising from the ruins of Insomnia. It hurt his chest to see the once beautiful city reduced to rubble by the hands of the people he once called family.
Noctis, Ignis, Gladio and Cor were in the garage. Two other members of the Crownsguard had joined them and they were currently discussing where the safest place to take the King was and who should accompany him. Monica and Dustin, Prompto was sure their names were. They had also brought word that Gladio's little sister was safe and on her way to Lestallum.
It had been decided that it was best for Prompto to sit out the discussion. The less he knew, the safer everyone was. Regis had corroborated Prompto's story in his moments of lucidness but there was still the chance that he was acting as a mole or spy. Best to play it safe. It hurt, but he wasn't going to argue. He let out a sigh and played a few rounds of Robot Chocobo Attack on his phone to pass the time.
A car pulled up not too long after and Titus Drautos stepped out. That might not seem too strange at first glance, after all he was the captain of the Kingsglaive and one of King Regis' most loyal and trusted men. Practically family to Noctis in all but name. As close to him as Cor, if not closer. If the group were going to tell anyone the King's location then it would be him.
That didn't explain why Prompto practically dropped his phone and scrambled for his gun. He shouted a cautious "Uh guys," as he rushed forward, firing a shot at Drautos. He had hoped to hit him in the head, but fumbled the shot and instead struck his shoulder. Damn it! No worries... he had another sh—damn it! He was out of ammo.
If the group hadn't heard the shout then they definitely heard the gun. Gladio was the first to move, summoning his greatsword as he ran outside. He only had seconds to assess the situation. Prompto with the gun, Drautos wounded.
He ran at Prompto, tackling him to the ground with such force that the smaller man's ribs likely cracked or at least bruised and his arm and face scraped along the asphalt, taking a good chunk of skin with it. He managed to knock the gun out of Prompto's grip, sending it skidding across the ground.
"Iggy! Get your ass out here! Drautos is injured!" He made no attempt to get off of Prompto as he pinned him harder to the ground.
"Tis but a scratch. Do not concern yourself, Gladiolus," Drautos commented. "Though I do recommend taking the boy into custody lest he try to hurt our King or Prince."
"Knew we couldn’t trust a fucking Niff," Gladio growled, hauling Prompto onto his feet none too gently.
"You have to listen to me!" Prompto tried. There was desperation in his voice. "He's the enemy!!"
Gladio scoffed in Prompto’s face. His grip had moved dangerously close to Prompto’s throat. "To you, sure. You’re a Niff. He's the Captain of the Kingsglaive."
"The same Kingsglaive that tried to kill you all yesterday?! Please, just listen to me! He killed your dad! He tried to kill the King! He's General Glauca!!" Prompto's fingers clawed at Gladio's hand, trying desperately to free himself. They were wasting time. They had to get to Noct and the King.
Noctis, Ignis, Gladio and Cor were in the garage. Two other members of the Crownsguard had joined them and they were currently discussing where the safest place to take the King was and who should accompany him. Monica and Dustin, Prompto was sure their names were. They had also brought word that Gladio's little sister was safe and on her way to Lestallum.
It had been decided that it was best for Prompto to sit out the discussion. The less he knew, the safer everyone was. Regis had corroborated Prompto's story in his moments of lucidness but there was still the chance that he was acting as a mole or spy. Best to play it safe. It hurt, but he wasn't going to argue. He let out a sigh and played a few rounds of Robot Chocobo Attack on his phone to pass the time.
A car pulled up not too long after and Titus Drautos stepped out. That might not seem too strange at first glance, after all he was the captain of the Kingsglaive and one of King Regis' most loyal and trusted men. Practically family to Noctis in all but name. As close to him as Cor, if not closer. If the group were going to tell anyone the King's location then it would be him.
That didn't explain why Prompto practically dropped his phone and scrambled for his gun. He shouted a cautious "Uh guys," as he rushed forward, firing a shot at Drautos. He had hoped to hit him in the head, but fumbled the shot and instead struck his shoulder. Damn it! No worries... he had another sh—damn it! He was out of ammo.
If the group hadn't heard the shout then they definitely heard the gun. Gladio was the first to move, summoning his greatsword as he ran outside. He only had seconds to assess the situation. Prompto with the gun, Drautos wounded.
He ran at Prompto, tackling him to the ground with such force that the smaller man's ribs likely cracked or at least bruised and his arm and face scraped along the asphalt, taking a good chunk of skin with it. He managed to knock the gun out of Prompto's grip, sending it skidding across the ground.
"Iggy! Get your ass out here! Drautos is injured!" He made no attempt to get off of Prompto as he pinned him harder to the ground.
"Tis but a scratch. Do not concern yourself, Gladiolus," Drautos commented. "Though I do recommend taking the boy into custody lest he try to hurt our King or Prince."
"Knew we couldn’t trust a fucking Niff," Gladio growled, hauling Prompto onto his feet none too gently.
"You have to listen to me!" Prompto tried. There was desperation in his voice. "He's the enemy!!"
Gladio scoffed in Prompto’s face. His grip had moved dangerously close to Prompto’s throat. "To you, sure. You’re a Niff. He's the Captain of the Kingsglaive."
"The same Kingsglaive that tried to kill you all yesterday?! Please, just listen to me! He killed your dad! He tried to kill the King! He's General Glauca!!" Prompto's fingers clawed at Gladio's hand, trying desperately to free himself. They were wasting time. They had to get to Noct and the King.
