Warping into the dropship felt like entering some kind of alien spaceship- it was all harsh metal and flashing lights, high technology, full of guns instead of the usual, more refined weaponry he was used to. Sure, he had some experience with guns, but they were hardly Lucian style, and he'd mostly used the training to get better at hand-eye coordination, and refining his aim so he could perform more precise warp strikes. Ballistics weren't his style at all.
He didn't have much time to get a good look at the interior beyond the initial, weird impression: the first strike stabbed through the core of the trooper at the forefront of the entrance, and he bowled the trooper over, dismissing his blade and giving his hand a shake to dismiss the tingle of sparks that the robot's destruction left on his skin. He dodged hastily out of the way as another swung an axe at him, slamming his foot into it and sending it alongside one of its neighbours straight out of the ship, flailing through the air past the bridge and towards the water below. His next target was the stationary troops lining the walls of the ship- were those the soldiers Prompto had mentioned? They seemed to have a central core that looked like a pretty good weak spot. He phased past a swing from one of the awakened MTs and slashed it across the leg, severing some important component and sending it tumbling to the floor, then lunged in and stabbed the Engine Blade straight into the chestpece of the nearest trooper. Immediately it began to beep, a shrill warning sound that gave the impression of a bomb about to go off, which was good enough for Noctis. He turned to the next wall and stabbed another, then as he'd been about to return to the edge overlooking the highway, he caught sight of a collection of weaponry hung on the back wall between the lines of MTs. No bazookas, but... hmm. He closed the distance as quickly as he could and slung what looked like a machine gun around his shoulders, and pulled a pistol and a couple of magazines into his armory for later. That was all he had time to grab before the first MT exploded, which started a chain reaction that had him scrambling to escape.
A whole row of them went off like one huge, collective bomb as he reached the open side, and the blast sent him flying outwards before he had a chance to aim a warp strike. He scrambled to right himself in mid-air, but he was moving too fast to make a precise-enough aim for the truck. Instead he flung his sword at a wider target, the other dropship, which was also in the middle of exploding, but was far enough behind that it bought him a few extra seconds. Just enough time to stabilize himself, aim carefully, and throw his sword so it tore into the truck bed right at Prompto's feet, and in another flash of light, he was back where he started.
He was a far cry from how a proper and dignified crown prince ought to be at this point- his hair was messy, clothes torn, visible skin smeared with soot from the explosion, but he looked absurdly pleased with himself as he straightened up and offered the machine gun out to Prompto. "Got you a souvenir."
With the sky cleared, no pursuers left on the road, and the cars blocking the road moving much faster due to the battles occurring so close to the checkpoint, a path opened up ahead of them, and Ignis called out from the front, "Everyone hold on!"
The truck picked up speed, the engine revving, and Ignis abruptly swerved the vehicle to scrape past some poor civilian's car and tear through the barrier, ignoring whatever ruckus erupted at their backs as they left Insomnia and the war behind- with, against all odds, both royals safe and breathing. Ignis didn't slow down at all, steering them down the road towards Hammerhead, and Noctis finally, finally dropped to the floor of the truck, leaning against the side and wincing as all of the warping and magic abuse over the past few hours started to catch up with him. He'd been on the edge of Statis for a while now, and felt just about ready to take a huge nap, even though they definitely wouldn't have time for it for a while. "Shit..."
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He didn't have much time to get a good look at the interior beyond the initial, weird impression: the first strike stabbed through the core of the trooper at the forefront of the entrance, and he bowled the trooper over, dismissing his blade and giving his hand a shake to dismiss the tingle of sparks that the robot's destruction left on his skin. He dodged hastily out of the way as another swung an axe at him, slamming his foot into it and sending it alongside one of its neighbours straight out of the ship, flailing through the air past the bridge and towards the water below. His next target was the stationary troops lining the walls of the ship- were those the soldiers Prompto had mentioned? They seemed to have a central core that looked like a pretty good weak spot. He phased past a swing from one of the awakened MTs and slashed it across the leg, severing some important component and sending it tumbling to the floor, then lunged in and stabbed the Engine Blade straight into the chestpece of the nearest trooper. Immediately it began to beep, a shrill warning sound that gave the impression of a bomb about to go off, which was good enough for Noctis. He turned to the next wall and stabbed another, then as he'd been about to return to the edge overlooking the highway, he caught sight of a collection of weaponry hung on the back wall between the lines of MTs. No bazookas, but... hmm. He closed the distance as quickly as he could and slung what looked like a machine gun around his shoulders, and pulled a pistol and a couple of magazines into his armory for later. That was all he had time to grab before the first MT exploded, which started a chain reaction that had him scrambling to escape.
A whole row of them went off like one huge, collective bomb as he reached the open side, and the blast sent him flying outwards before he had a chance to aim a warp strike. He scrambled to right himself in mid-air, but he was moving too fast to make a precise-enough aim for the truck. Instead he flung his sword at a wider target, the other dropship, which was also in the middle of exploding, but was far enough behind that it bought him a few extra seconds. Just enough time to stabilize himself, aim carefully, and throw his sword so it tore into the truck bed right at Prompto's feet, and in another flash of light, he was back where he started.
He was a far cry from how a proper and dignified crown prince ought to be at this point- his hair was messy, clothes torn, visible skin smeared with soot from the explosion, but he looked absurdly pleased with himself as he straightened up and offered the machine gun out to Prompto. "Got you a souvenir."
With the sky cleared, no pursuers left on the road, and the cars blocking the road moving much faster due to the battles occurring so close to the checkpoint, a path opened up ahead of them, and Ignis called out from the front, "Everyone hold on!"
The truck picked up speed, the engine revving, and Ignis abruptly swerved the vehicle to scrape past some poor civilian's car and tear through the barrier, ignoring whatever ruckus erupted at their backs as they left Insomnia and the war behind- with, against all odds, both royals safe and breathing. Ignis didn't slow down at all, steering them down the road towards Hammerhead, and Noctis finally, finally dropped to the floor of the truck, leaning against the side and wincing as all of the warping and magic abuse over the past few hours started to catch up with him. He'd been on the edge of Statis for a while now, and felt just about ready to take a huge nap, even though they definitely wouldn't have time for it for a while. "Shit..."