All the colour drains from Prompto's face and he looks like he might blow chunks at any moment. Somehow, he manages to hold back. He sucks in a few shaky breaths.

Luckily, the Dualhorn decides the chase isn't worth it and goes back to its previous grazing spot.

"Holy crap. I didn't expect something so big to move so fast. I guess it's like Gladio. A guy his size has no business being as light on his feet as he is!" He looks over at the beast. "I'm calling you Gladio II. That's your name now buddy!!"

His gaze then turns to Noct. "Thanks for saving me... Hey, you think we can trust Crowe or do you think she's already sold us out?"