"Okay." At least the demon's cornered, for now. Prompto breaks off from Araceli, going to the other side before he starts to move at the creature, blades drawn. Prompto's not the most graceful of people, but he tries to be cautious and light on his feet, knowing this thing could blast him at any given second.

Which, surprise, it does. The demon chooses to pick on Prompto first and hurls a streak of ice in his direction. Prompto curses and dives out of the way, rolling and tumbling.