[ It's hard to re-route his attention from Alphinaud, as he lies in pain on the ground, and Prompto watches over him, pale and anxious. That he can still speak is a good sign, but how long with that last? How fast with the venom spread, and what damage will it do? And yet, they can't really address those questions while the threat of the creature remains. He has to kill it, and then they can work on getting out of here.
He breathes out sharply, harshly. ]
O-on it.
[ Pushing himself unsteadily to his knees, Prompto summons not one of his guns, but a sword into his hand. He doesn't use it in battle often, still rather unpracticed at it, but in this situation, it will get the job done quickly.
With one more look down at Alphinaud, Prompto steps forward to where the beast struggles to right itself. Without a second of hesitation, Prompto slashes out with the blade, relieving the creature of all three of its snake heads in one quick stroke. The rest of its body falls limp to the floor, and loud thunk echoing down the corridor. ]
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He breathes out sharply, harshly. ]
O-on it.
[ Pushing himself unsteadily to his knees, Prompto summons not one of his guns, but a sword into his hand. He doesn't use it in battle often, still rather unpracticed at it, but in this situation, it will get the job done quickly.
With one more look down at Alphinaud, Prompto steps forward to where the beast struggles to right itself. Without a second of hesitation, Prompto slashes out with the blade, relieving the creature of all three of its snake heads in one quick stroke. The rest of its body falls limp to the floor, and loud thunk echoing down the corridor. ]