[ It's a damn good thing that Prompto trusts Lance's shot implicitly, because when that ashen fist comes barreling at him, it takes all his cojones to not roll to dodge away. He comes in close, praying silently to the Six or the Natha or anyone out there that can hear him to not let that fist connect with him and shatter his bones - and it doesn't.
Lance's shot, impeccably timed, connects, and Victarion's arm misses him as his balance is thrown back. He has little time to decide his course of action, so he goes for the most direct, if not the most ludicrous one.
When Victarion staggers back, Prompto absolutely slams his shoulder into him. Victarion is a much larger man, and that's going to hurt like hell later, but Prompto is hoping that he'll lose his balance with the force of it since he's already off-balance. And with him off-balance, likely preoccupied with not losing it, Prompto strikes, quick and precise, slamming the butt of one of his handguns against Victarion's head. ]
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Lance's shot, impeccably timed, connects, and Victarion's arm misses him as his balance is thrown back. He has little time to decide his course of action, so he goes for the most direct, if not the most ludicrous one.
When Victarion staggers back, Prompto absolutely slams his shoulder into him. Victarion is a much larger man, and that's going to hurt like hell later, but Prompto is hoping that he'll lose his balance with the force of it since he's already off-balance. And with him off-balance, likely preoccupied with not losing it, Prompto strikes, quick and precise, slamming the butt of one of his handguns against Victarion's head. ]