[He watches as it all unfolds in mere seconds, looking lazy and unaffected, though he can already feel blood thrumming in his ears, the burst of energy tingling beneath his skin, the way he wishes to delve deep for magic that's kept sleeping. It makes his chest ache in a dull throb, ignored for now.
And for a few moments that last too long, pushing down the impulses of a man trained to fight, Ardyn merely... stands. He watches the UNA soldier grappling against the MT. What a sight! What irony, making something twisted and delightful bubble up in his chest.]
Ha!
[Then a cry for help of all things. How unexpectedly desperate. Ardyn should let him struggle, should let the soldier strangle the life out of him, but impulse makes him walk forward -- makes him careen the toe of his boot against the soldier's side, pulling out his gun from its holster and firing off a shot against the armor.]
Must I do everything, Prompto?
[Apparently so, because if the boy can't handle the enemy, Ardyn will have to eventually. Of all the rooftops in NA, indeed.]
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And for a few moments that last too long, pushing down the impulses of a man trained to fight, Ardyn merely... stands. He watches the UNA soldier grappling against the MT. What a sight! What irony, making something twisted and delightful bubble up in his chest.]
Ha!
[Then a cry for help of all things. How unexpectedly desperate. Ardyn should let him struggle, should let the soldier strangle the life out of him, but impulse makes him walk forward -- makes him careen the toe of his boot against the soldier's side, pulling out his gun from its holster and firing off a shot against the armor.]
Must I do everything, Prompto?
[Apparently so, because if the boy can't handle the enemy, Ardyn will have to eventually. Of all the rooftops in NA, indeed.]