[through peggy watching his back, prompto's managed to disarm the una soldier he has been investing his attention to. however, too close of an approach leads the soldier to grab hold of him by the collar of his clothes--plucking him off the ground with seeming ease before slamming him back down onto the nearby dining room table. his guns are lost to him, somewhere among the splintered wood and shattered glass.]
[it steals the air from prompto, but he can still hear the distinct sound of metal against whatever-crazy-strong-material-their-armor-is-made-from in the background. it rings sharp against his ears, making prompto all that more aware that this is not the time to be snoozing--no matter if he's wheezing half a lung out.]
[he uses his legs, kicks at the soldier that intends to crush or strangle him before it manages to, sluggish in his movements as he pulls himself up and reaches for one of the sturdy, metal stools, jumping on one foot as he manages to slam it against the soldier. it stumbles back into the kitchenette, but he knows it won't stay down for long.]
Shit, how about a break!
[even though he says this, prompto picks at the gun on his thigh holster (always keep an extra one) and finds a weak spot in the soldier peggy's fending off with rightful punches. the armor seems to be vulnerable to the constant heavy contact of her fist. he raises his arm, locks on the target, counts the rhythm of her punches, and shoots a proper bullet through the crack in the armor.]
[it should be enough for it to let go of peggy and give her some breathing room.]
[things aren't looking good, though. there's three soldiers they're going up against, and who is to say more won't come in, like mister kitchenette, who is raising itself up to counter prompto again?]
Man! These guys are relentless!
[he ducks out of the way just in time, kicking the soldier off its feet to earn them a few precious seconds of strategy and consideration for escape. no imminent threat in sight, he picks up his once discarded guns and heads on over to stand closer by peggy and where the agent is at.]
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[through peggy watching his back, prompto's managed to disarm the una soldier he has been investing his attention to. however, too close of an approach leads the soldier to grab hold of him by the collar of his clothes--plucking him off the ground with seeming ease before slamming him back down onto the nearby dining room table. his guns are lost to him, somewhere among the splintered wood and shattered glass.]
[it steals the air from prompto, but he can still hear the distinct sound of metal against whatever-crazy-strong-material-their-armor-is-made-from in the background. it rings sharp against his ears, making prompto all that more aware that this is not the time to be snoozing--no matter if he's wheezing half a lung out.]
[he uses his legs, kicks at the soldier that intends to crush or strangle him before it manages to, sluggish in his movements as he pulls himself up and reaches for one of the sturdy, metal stools, jumping on one foot as he manages to slam it against the soldier. it stumbles back into the kitchenette, but he knows it won't stay down for long.]
Shit, how about a break!
[even though he says this, prompto picks at the gun on his thigh holster (always keep an extra one) and finds a weak spot in the soldier peggy's fending off with rightful punches. the armor seems to be vulnerable to the constant heavy contact of her fist. he raises his arm, locks on the target, counts the rhythm of her punches, and shoots a proper bullet through the crack in the armor.]
[it should be enough for it to let go of peggy and give her some breathing room.]
[things aren't looking good, though. there's three soldiers they're going up against, and who is to say more won't come in, like mister kitchenette, who is raising itself up to counter prompto again?]
Man! These guys are relentless!
[he ducks out of the way just in time, kicking the soldier off its feet to earn them a few precious seconds of strategy and consideration for escape. no imminent threat in sight, he picks up his once discarded guns and heads on over to stand closer by peggy and where the agent is at.]
We need to get outta here pretty soon!