Zegnautus Keep. Noctis committed that name to memory for later, refocusing for the moment on their attackers. They were a bit far away for a warp, especially at the speed Ignis was driving, so Noctis let Prompto handle it. He was surprised to see the explosive Prompto threw - when had he gotten that? - but it worked well enough that Noctis called up an elemancy flask and handed it over. He obviously had better aim with it than Noct. "Use this next time you need to- it's fire. We've got a few more, but don't go overboard." He glanced over his shoulder; they've reached the bridge, but traffic is beginning to pick up. It looked like a lot of other people had the same idea as them, not just cars, but people on foot, walking or running towards the exit gates. "It's still a while to go, but we're getting close."
Another car sidled up near them, and Noctis tensed, ready to attack or defend as needed, but when he caught sight of a familiar, horned helmet, his postured relaxed. "Kingsglaive," he clarified, glancing at Prompto. "They can escort us to-"
He never got the chance to finish that thought. He'd raised his hand to wave them closer, but as he did so, he spotted the two side windows slide open and two hands outstretched, sparking with electrical energy, instead of offered aid. Directed at them.
Confused panic flared in his chest, and he abruptly shoved Prompto to the floor of the truck bed with a curse and dropped down over him as twin streams of lighting magic tear through the air where they'd stood seconds ago. Ignis swerved the truck, and he heard Gladio cursing from the front seat, feeling that flicker of magic he always experienced when his armory was accessed. Gladio's got a shield out, then. Good. He lifted up over the edge to check the car, see if he could spot faces; the driver's mask was off, and Noctis recognized the man as one he'd seen around the Citadel growing up- a real Kingsglaive, not someone who had just stolen the uniform. If the magic hadn't confirmed it, that sure as hell did. Traitors in the Kingsglaive? And they're using his father's magic against them? How dare they. What the hell is going on!?
"Forget what I said. They're the enemy, too." With a snarl he lunged upwards, phasing through another bolt of lighting and flinging the Engine Blade at the driver's side window. It sunk deep into the glass and shattered it as he warped, the impact shoving the blade deeper into the arm of the Glaive who shrieked and spun the wheel, as if it could get him further away from Noctis instead of carrying him with them. He twisted the blade mercilessly, earning another gasp of pain, but Noctis was forced to dismiss the sword and let himself drop off the vehicle again as the casters shifted their aim towards him instead, lightning scraping across the side and arcing in the distance ahead of them. He phased as he dropped, sparing himself a dozen or so broken bones from the impact, but it left him so dazed that he barely had enough sense to throw his sword at the back of the truck, warping in to hang off the edge, his eyes wide and wild. "Prompto...!"
They needed to get rid of that car. He could fight magitek soldiers one on one, he could handle some monsters- but a whole group of Glaives? His father's best warriors, who possessed nearly all of the same powers as him and shields besides? Not a goddamn chance. And definitely not while racing along a highway.
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Another car sidled up near them, and Noctis tensed, ready to attack or defend as needed, but when he caught sight of a familiar, horned helmet, his postured relaxed. "Kingsglaive," he clarified, glancing at Prompto. "They can escort us to-"
He never got the chance to finish that thought. He'd raised his hand to wave them closer, but as he did so, he spotted the two side windows slide open and two hands outstretched, sparking with electrical energy, instead of offered aid. Directed at them.
Confused panic flared in his chest, and he abruptly shoved Prompto to the floor of the truck bed with a curse and dropped down over him as twin streams of lighting magic tear through the air where they'd stood seconds ago. Ignis swerved the truck, and he heard Gladio cursing from the front seat, feeling that flicker of magic he always experienced when his armory was accessed. Gladio's got a shield out, then. Good. He lifted up over the edge to check the car, see if he could spot faces; the driver's mask was off, and Noctis recognized the man as one he'd seen around the Citadel growing up- a real Kingsglaive, not someone who had just stolen the uniform. If the magic hadn't confirmed it, that sure as hell did. Traitors in the Kingsglaive? And they're using his father's magic against them? How dare they. What the hell is going on!?
"Forget what I said. They're the enemy, too." With a snarl he lunged upwards, phasing through another bolt of lighting and flinging the Engine Blade at the driver's side window. It sunk deep into the glass and shattered it as he warped, the impact shoving the blade deeper into the arm of the Glaive who shrieked and spun the wheel, as if it could get him further away from Noctis instead of carrying him with them. He twisted the blade mercilessly, earning another gasp of pain, but Noctis was forced to dismiss the sword and let himself drop off the vehicle again as the casters shifted their aim towards him instead, lightning scraping across the side and arcing in the distance ahead of them. He phased as he dropped, sparing himself a dozen or so broken bones from the impact, but it left him so dazed that he barely had enough sense to throw his sword at the back of the truck, warping in to hang off the edge, his eyes wide and wild. "Prompto...!"
They needed to get rid of that car. He could fight magitek soldiers one on one, he could handle some monsters- but a whole group of Glaives? His father's best warriors, who possessed nearly all of the same powers as him and shields besides? Not a goddamn chance. And definitely not while racing along a highway.