[For a while, he just waits and watches until he's sure she's far enough away to be safe. Then, he calls the Lion Heart to hand, blue streak bright along the muzzle, peers out along the edge of the field, and spies a likely rattle of movement at the treeline.]
Lights, camera--wait, skip the camera. Lights, action!
[He holds his gun sideways and shoots high, then brings his arm in to shield his eyes, letting the gun dematerialize as his Starshell bursts into being, glowing like a low, miniature sun above the trees. The light's bright enough to alert more than the couple idle skellies out here on their wandering patrol; they're the first to stumble onto the field, but there are more on the way, clattering eagerly through the woods.]
H--hey! Over here!
[Prompto spares one nerve-wracking second to jump up and down, waving his arms, before turning and starting to bolt for it. After a couple seconds, though, he stops and looks back. Glances at the hunting blind. Stares back at the poor creatures coming up the way.
Man, they're slow. This won't be any fun for poor Summer at all.]
That's right. Come on, guys...
[Now walking slowly backwards in their blind's direction, he beckons the bony troops on like slow, lumbering, trainable animals. When more appear further afield, he sidles that way to bring them closer together.]
Here, skelly, skelly, skelly, skelly...
[Oh. Okay, crap, that's enough. There's a bunch of them now, and Prompto breaks and runs for real until he's close enough. Then, he turns one last time. He summons the big gun. The heavy machine weapon Cid fixed up for them. He waits.
They're only feet from him when Prompto fires the gun--knocking himself back on his butt--and a big, black sphere pops out of it, sucking the skeletons together like a vacuum's opened in the field.]
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Lights, camera--wait, skip the camera. Lights, action!
[He holds his gun sideways and shoots high, then brings his arm in to shield his eyes, letting the gun dematerialize as his Starshell bursts into being, glowing like a low, miniature sun above the trees. The light's bright enough to alert more than the couple idle skellies out here on their wandering patrol; they're the first to stumble onto the field, but there are more on the way, clattering eagerly through the woods.]
H--hey! Over here!
[Prompto spares one nerve-wracking second to jump up and down, waving his arms, before turning and starting to bolt for it. After a couple seconds, though, he stops and looks back. Glances at the hunting blind. Stares back at the poor creatures coming up the way.
Man, they're slow. This won't be any fun for poor Summer at all.]
That's right. Come on, guys...
[Now walking slowly backwards in their blind's direction, he beckons the bony troops on like slow, lumbering, trainable animals. When more appear further afield, he sidles that way to bring them closer together.]
Here, skelly, skelly, skelly, skelly...
[Oh. Okay, crap, that's enough. There's a bunch of them now, and Prompto breaks and runs for real until he's close enough. Then, he turns one last time. He summons the big gun. The heavy machine weapon Cid fixed up for them. He waits.
They're only feet from him when Prompto fires the gun--knocking himself back on his butt--and a big, black sphere pops out of it, sucking the skeletons together like a vacuum's opened in the field.]