[ They've only known each other for a little over a week and a half, casual acquaintances more than anything else by her own polite standards. For most people, that's not nearly enough time to trust someone to watch your back in a firefight β to trust they won't shoot you in it, on purpose or accidentally. Prompto doesn't strike her as the sort but more than that, Peggy has been in a war where split-second decisions like that are not only the norm but crucial in a literal life-or-death situation. Doesn't matter how long you've known the fella in the foxhole next to yours; you believe he'll watch your six because you'd watch his and that's that.
So Prompto agrees and that's that. ]
Appreciated.
[ And she sucks in a breath β her side flares dully in protest and again when she hauls herself upright β pulls her mask taut, and dives in. The apartment layout is identical to the one she just left which is to her advantage; she works her way to the front slowly, from behind the kitchen counter to behind an armchair, inching closer. The armour is impossible to penetrate but she knows, now, that hers is too.
Which is why she makes the rash choice of standing and shooting at the UNA dead on, stunning one soldier with a well-aimed shot to the neck. He drops and lands on the one carrying the Morningstar agent who whirls around and shoots back β the bullets ricochet off her shoulder as she turns and fails to avoid them, the force sending her staggering back; from Prompto's angle it may look like the vest saves her, but she knows better now. Her clothes don't just obscure the blue glow of her newly activated ability; they hide the fact that her skin can turn into pure titanium. ]
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So Prompto agrees and that's that. ]
Appreciated.
[ And she sucks in a breath β her side flares dully in protest and again when she hauls herself upright β pulls her mask taut, and dives in. The apartment layout is identical to the one she just left which is to her advantage; she works her way to the front slowly, from behind the kitchen counter to behind an armchair, inching closer. The armour is impossible to penetrate but she knows, now, that hers is too.
Which is why she makes the rash choice of standing and shooting at the UNA dead on, stunning one soldier with a well-aimed shot to the neck. He drops and lands on the one carrying the Morningstar agent who whirls around and shoots back β the bullets ricochet off her shoulder as she turns and fails to avoid them, the force sending her staggering back; from Prompto's angle it may look like the vest saves her, but she knows better now. Her clothes don't just obscure the blue glow of her newly activated ability; they hide the fact that her skin can turn into pure titanium. ]