[Prompto braces himself for the worst, arms raised as a Despair demon poises itself to blast him with ice. But suddenly flames explode around him, driving the demons back. For just a moment, he thinks it's Noctis or one of the others; not many know how to use magic like that.
But as he looks over, he sees a stranger beckoning to him and calling him over. Prompto scrambles to his feet, grabbing the bag that landed with him and running towards the man.]
I don't - my gun's gone! [He can't help here, at all. Even the machinery he uses isn't on him, either. Nothing he does brings them to him.]
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But as he looks over, he sees a stranger beckoning to him and calling him over. Prompto scrambles to his feet, grabbing the bag that landed with him and running towards the man.]
I don't - my gun's gone! [He can't help here, at all. Even the machinery he uses isn't on him, either. Nothing he does brings them to him.]