Prompto gets into a fighting stance, sword clutched in hand as he watches and waits for the rift to open and for the demons to come. He hates this, this waiting for the fight. Knowing it's coming but having to wait and anticipate, not knowing what's going to come out.

One of the demons that crawls through is one he hasn't seen before. It's bright red and hot, like it's made of lava or something. To the informed, it's a Rage demon, and it comes out already breathing out fire and lashing out at the two men.

"Looks like it's gonna get a little toasty!" Because what's a battle without some awful pun. Prompto runs in, swinging at the demon. The swing is clumsy but it connects, slicing into its lava-y hide.