[Fighting is something she does on instinct and she knows, deeply, that she and Prompto are on the same side now. She can trust him so she does, pivoting on the ball of her foot and grasping his arm back, holding on while they twist out of danger.
It's like a very odd dance, and she puts her foot out to trip the soldier that went for them. He goes down hard, lands on his face in the mud, and she doesn't feel sorry about it in the least. Prompto might be a little awkward when he moves, but Rey flashes him a quick smile for saving her from that.]
Just stay with me, alright? They don't stand a chance.
[She probably shouldn't be taking this much pleasure from a fistfight in the middle of a war, but she gets it, the need to move and get some of the frustration out. It's better than just sitting around feeling miserable.]
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It's like a very odd dance, and she puts her foot out to trip the soldier that went for them. He goes down hard, lands on his face in the mud, and she doesn't feel sorry about it in the least. Prompto might be a little awkward when he moves, but Rey flashes him a quick smile for saving her from that.]
Just stay with me, alright? They don't stand a chance.
[She probably shouldn't be taking this much pleasure from a fistfight in the middle of a war, but she gets it, the need to move and get some of the frustration out. It's better than just sitting around feeling miserable.]