"Noc...tis?" Prompto paled a little bit when he was confronted with his best friend holding him at swordpoint. He faltered a moment.
No. It wasn't Noctis. Noctis wouldn't do this to him, and he knew that. He knew that very well that they would never turn on each other. No matter how he felt worried or concerned, Noctis would never draw his blade on him, threaten him. Insecurities aside, he was sure of that much.
Prompto responded by playing dirty, sweeping the apparition's feet out from under him, and summoning instead his bazooka. He hoisted the thing on his shoulder and aimed at the vortex. Would it help? He had no idea, but he fired all the same.
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No. It wasn't Noctis. Noctis wouldn't do this to him, and he knew that. He knew that very well that they would never turn on each other. No matter how he felt worried or concerned, Noctis would never draw his blade on him, threaten him. Insecurities aside, he was sure of that much.
Prompto responded by playing dirty, sweeping the apparition's feet out from under him, and summoning instead his bazooka. He hoisted the thing on his shoulder and aimed at the vortex. Would it help? He had no idea, but he fired all the same.
"NEVER USE MY KING AGAINST ME."