[ As far as Prompto is concerned, talking it still on the table, if these guys would just take a chill pill for a minute. However, that doesn't seem like it's going to be the case, which means there only real option is to knock them down and disarm them. Which is easier said than done, since they're outnumbered.
Well - he's always been good at flying by the seat of his pants, at least, so since his guns won't do him much good here, Prompto scrambles behind a nearby stall to grab an improvised melee weapon. He doesn't have long before their assailants are on him again, so he grabs the first thing he sees - a frying pan. ]
Alright, you asked for it! Check out my skillet!
[ He smacks the frying pan into the nearest man's elbow. ]
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Well - he's always been good at flying by the seat of his pants, at least, so since his guns won't do him much good here, Prompto scrambles behind a nearby stall to grab an improvised melee weapon. He doesn't have long before their assailants are on him again, so he grabs the first thing he sees - a frying pan. ]
Alright, you asked for it! Check out my skillet!
[ He smacks the frying pan into the nearest man's elbow. ]