First his father, now him? Does Prompto have some compulsion to save royalty? He could have been killed... he had little time to marvel over suddenly being shielded by a Niff, nevermind that he had done the same thing in reverse a moment ago. They had more pressing matters at hand here.
Noctis watched as the other car swerved and spun out of control, exploding with gusts of magic fire, the driver dead and burning in the front seat. The other doors slammed open and a couple of blue lights warped free of the carnage, but it was clear that not all of them escaped unscathed, and though one tried to make chase, coming a little too close to their truck for comfort, after a few warps, the Glaive stopped and slumped over on the side of the highway, and they left him in the dust.
The prince sunk down a little, but doesn't let himself relax. It felt as if his entire world was shattering apart, piece by piece. First the treaty, then his father's near-death, now the people they'd shared their home and their power with for the sake of protecting them were out to kill them? It was insane. Every part of it, absolutely mad. Who the hell were they meant to trust?
At Prompto's question, he shook his head. "We can't. Only the king can break it." Or break it by dying, but he sure as hell was not about to say that. Instead he smacked the window at the back of the seats to get Gladio's attention. "Hey! See if you can wake my dad up, get him to cut off the Kingsglaive from the Crystal." It might screw over the ones still loyal, but they hardly had time to discern one from the other. Better to completely separate themselves and let the Crownsguard sort it out once everyone was one the same level, as far as powers went. He wished Cor was here though, or would at least call back. Cor would know what to do.
Rather than stay down as Prompto advised, he shifted to sit at the edge of the truck bed, eyes darting back and forth, searching for other Crown vehicles amidst the civilians crossing the bridge, as well as checking the sky for more ships. The distance between them and the city proper was considerable at that point, but knowing the Glaives were turncoats made him feel a lot less confident about crossing the exit checkpoint. What if there are traitors in the guard, too?
He looked at Prompto again, grimacing. "They can't warp after us- they'll run out of magic, and even if they caught up like that, they'd be too drained to fight. The Kingsglaive aren't stupid, if they keep chasing us it won't be on foot. If you see another Crown vehicle get close, don't wait- shoot the tires and leave them behind." He looked to the sky, then. "...I don't know how to take down a dropship, though."
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Noctis watched as the other car swerved and spun out of control, exploding with gusts of magic fire, the driver dead and burning in the front seat. The other doors slammed open and a couple of blue lights warped free of the carnage, but it was clear that not all of them escaped unscathed, and though one tried to make chase, coming a little too close to their truck for comfort, after a few warps, the Glaive stopped and slumped over on the side of the highway, and they left him in the dust.
The prince sunk down a little, but doesn't let himself relax. It felt as if his entire world was shattering apart, piece by piece. First the treaty, then his father's near-death, now the people they'd shared their home and their power with for the sake of protecting them were out to kill them? It was insane. Every part of it, absolutely mad. Who the hell were they meant to trust?
At Prompto's question, he shook his head. "We can't. Only the king can break it." Or break it by dying, but he sure as hell was not about to say that. Instead he smacked the window at the back of the seats to get Gladio's attention. "Hey! See if you can wake my dad up, get him to cut off the Kingsglaive from the Crystal." It might screw over the ones still loyal, but they hardly had time to discern one from the other. Better to completely separate themselves and let the Crownsguard sort it out once everyone was one the same level, as far as powers went. He wished Cor was here though, or would at least call back. Cor would know what to do.
Rather than stay down as Prompto advised, he shifted to sit at the edge of the truck bed, eyes darting back and forth, searching for other Crown vehicles amidst the civilians crossing the bridge, as well as checking the sky for more ships. The distance between them and the city proper was considerable at that point, but knowing the Glaives were turncoats made him feel a lot less confident about crossing the exit checkpoint. What if there are traitors in the guard, too?
He looked at Prompto again, grimacing. "They can't warp after us- they'll run out of magic, and even if they caught up like that, they'd be too drained to fight. The Kingsglaive aren't stupid, if they keep chasing us it won't be on foot. If you see another Crown vehicle get close, don't wait- shoot the tires and leave them behind." He looked to the sky, then. "...I don't know how to take down a dropship, though."