Prompto laughed at Gladio's order. He wasn't trying to distract the other guy, but weird stuff like that always popped in his head. Before he could make any more jokes about it though, the incoming soldiers abruptly double in number, swarming the place. It was much harder to know just where to shoot so he wouldn't strike an ally, so he kept his back to Gladio but had to concentrate.

He hadn't hardly been touched before, but now he was getting shoved, barely keeping ahead of knife cuts and fists. He wondered if a shuttle had managed to land with enemy reinforcements to explain all of this. It didn't really matter though since they were clearly here now.

He muffled a cry when a blade cut at his arm. He was turning to deal with that when he spotted a gun cocked and aimed at Gladio. "No!" He lunged at the soldier, but the gun fired despite his best efforts. He could only hope the mark had been missed as he struggled on the floor with the attacker.