Ask, and ye shall receive. Someone's come to help!

...and that someone is stacked. Damn, and he thought Gladio was built like a tank. This guy puts him to shame easily.

Prompto skids to a halt, glancing at the mabari before glancing back at his master. He begins to walk towards where the dog went, though he's worried about his rescuer. Sure, he's got the build and a weapon to boot, but he's outnumbered...

"You sure you're gonna be-"

Suddenly, he sees someone sneak around a barrel, where apparently they'd been hiding. As the other attackers slowly back away from Iskander, the one in hiding draws out her bow and notches an arrow.

"Archer!" Prompto calls out, seconds before she draws back the arrow and lets it fly.