[there's something about prompto the longer he spent out in lucis with the others, hunting daemons and fighting off the empire's own; he stops being the comical youth with ill-timed laughter, instead coming down with a chilling seriousness that has become more of a trademark in the gunslinger of the team.]
[he reaches behind him for a second gun and twirls them around in his hands, having already become familiar with their shape and weight.]
[the action stops soon as the sound at the staircases stops, and prompto's grinning behind the mask, arms stretched forward and the guns cocked, fingers on the triggers. there's a pocket of silence--]
Welcome to bullet o'clock, boys.
[--the door opens, and prompto's guns are going off, the once silent floor loud with the sound of gunshots and bullets ricocheting. prompto trusts ignis can handle his own defense, as he lowers himself to his knee for the expected barrage in retaliation. the soldier receiving the majority of the damage falls to its knees, stunned, dropping its weapon; prompto's aiming for the arms and hands and neck.]
[time to change tactics, though, as they push out and try to give themselves room to attack them.]
Iggy!
[prompto rolls out of the way behind a pillar, reloading his guns before aiming for their heads.]
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[there's something about prompto the longer he spent out in lucis with the others, hunting daemons and fighting off the empire's own; he stops being the comical youth with ill-timed laughter, instead coming down with a chilling seriousness that has become more of a trademark in the gunslinger of the team.]
[he reaches behind him for a second gun and twirls them around in his hands, having already become familiar with their shape and weight.]
[the action stops soon as the sound at the staircases stops, and prompto's grinning behind the mask, arms stretched forward and the guns cocked, fingers on the triggers. there's a pocket of silence--]
Welcome to bullet o'clock, boys.
[--the door opens, and prompto's guns are going off, the once silent floor loud with the sound of gunshots and bullets ricocheting. prompto trusts ignis can handle his own defense, as he lowers himself to his knee for the expected barrage in retaliation. the soldier receiving the majority of the damage falls to its knees, stunned, dropping its weapon; prompto's aiming for the arms and hands and neck.]
[time to change tactics, though, as they push out and try to give themselves room to attack them.]
Iggy!
[prompto rolls out of the way behind a pillar, reloading his guns before aiming for their heads.]