Prompto had always striven to make the other men proud, or at least see him as competent. He would never be as unshakable as Iggy or brave as Noct or strong as Gladio, but he could hold his own with a gun in his hands. That had originally been enough. However, as the fighting began now, he found that he was pushing himself harder to be faster, sharper, better with Gladio there. It wasn't quite that he felt he had to so much as he wanted to make the man proud.

As the swarm of intruders grew, that goal was getting shaky. Not only that, but Prompto was noticing how little Gladio was watching his own back. Worried about the larger man, he moved closer so he could better cover the Shield.

Abruptly one of the enemies spun around on him and shot a laser beam from a weapon Prompto had thought was a melee weapon. With a surprised cry, the blonde tumbled back out of the way and narrowly avoided getting hit with Gladio's own blade.