[ Prompto is stronger than he looks, and so when Gamora tells him to push, he pushes, pressuring the dragon's jaw from his side until the beast opens its maw and Gamora can pull her arm free. He's not one to linger however, and once the beast releases its hold on Gamora, Prompto scrambles backwards, eager to put himself at range should the dragon try to attack them.
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He looks wildly to Gamora. ]
W-what now?