So to say that Gladio was riled up was... a little bit of an understatement. Thankfully it was just the four of them - Luna was with Crowe and Libertus and Nyx, trying to sanctify new Havens to help with the slowly creeping nights, and Iris safe in Lestallum. The work was steady, at least - their slaying of Deadeye in the Nebulawood has given them a profile that turns attention away from Noctis as the Prince (technically King? it wasn't clear) and towards them as a unit of Hunters.
Unfortunately, that also meant that Gladio's hackles were permanently raised when they went in to cash the bounties, when they were hunting, and even just when they were moving from place to place.
It all came to a head when at the end of an arba hunt, a griffon swooped in and grabbed the decapitated head of the largest one, making off with the magnificent curling horns that someone in Lestallum would pay a high price for. Noct yelled, trying to warp up to the immense creature, but it was already flying too fast for Noctis's heavily depleted magic.
Briefly, Prompto aimed down the sights of Cocytus, but sighed and dropped his aim. "It's got cover from the treetops." Gladio snarled, hand clenching tight enough around the handle [there's a more proper word but I forgot] of his greatsword that the tendons in his arm stood out.
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Unfortunately, that also meant that Gladio's hackles were permanently raised when they went in to cash the bounties, when they were hunting, and even just when they were moving from place to place.
It all came to a head when at the end of an arba hunt, a griffon swooped in and grabbed the decapitated head of the largest one, making off with the magnificent curling horns that someone in Lestallum would pay a high price for. Noct yelled, trying to warp up to the immense creature, but it was already flying too fast for Noctis's heavily depleted magic.
Briefly, Prompto aimed down the sights of Cocytus, but sighed and dropped his aim.
"It's got cover from the treetops." Gladio snarled, hand clenching tight enough around the handle [there's a more proper word but I forgot] of his greatsword that the tendons in his arm stood out.
"Damn that thing!"