Gladio shut up then. Too many. If it had just been himself and Prompto he had no doubt that they would probably be dead by now. But out the corner of his eye he could see volleys of bullets and energy attacks, he could see their people weaving in and out of the Enemy. But they were definitely outnumbered.

He did his best to shield Prompto from the worst of it, tried to cut them off before they got too close to his lover so that he could pick them off at a distance. That was what his guns were for, after all. He could be at the other end of the corridor, he should have. He should... Gladio's blood ran cold when he heard Prompto's cry and turned to him just in time to see him damn well tackle one of the enemy soldiers. There was a gun shot and Gladio stumbled slightly, over his own damn feet he suspected, but he rightened himself and went barrelling toward Prompto to help him, calling out Prompto's name as he ran.