Prompto doesn't even want to think about when they get caught and dragged back. Even though Noct was willing to take the fall, he knew it was still going to be messy. Ignis would be pissed. Gladio would be fuming. And he didn't even want to imagine what the King would say or do. He was terrified that he would be banned from ever seeing Noctis again. That thought terrified him far more than the idea of prison.

"My hero, Noct." Prom started to inch closer too, wanting to get the perfect shot. He managed to get some pretty good ones too before he was spotted and ultimately charged at.

Maybe he wouldn't have to worry about the King's wrath because he was going to die, right here on the outskirts of the city, impaled on a Dualhorn.

No. He wasn't going to die here. This was Operation Vacay. They hadn't even made it to Hammerhead yet. He wasn't going to let the first creature they encountered kill him. Instead he grabbed Noct by the hand and started to run.