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Post by Prompto Argentum on Dec 2, 2020 12:16:19 GMT -6
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We've got some shenanigans, people
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
Prompto didn’t know what was happening.
That wasn’t unusual, but this time he really didn’t know. One second, he thought he’d been minding his business, and the next he was surrounded by guards that he really, really didn’t want to remind him of MTs. His parents had taught him that when an officer said to stop, you stopped. That was the law of Lucis, after all, and if you really didn’t do anything then it would all get sorted out. But this wasn’t Lucis. It also wasn’t Niflheim, but it sure looked a lot like Niflheim, and if there was one thing he’d learned about Niflheim it was that if men with guns told you to stop, you didn’t stop.
You ran.
”N-35, suspect’s fleeing down Tenth and Sharp. Send in back-up!”
”Out of the way!”
Prompto yelped at the sound of gunfire and ducked on instinct, rolling behind a wall and then back to his feet. He scrambled forward, trying hard not to slip on the ice that shimmered black on the oil-slick alleyway. Just keep going, that was his motto. You get knocked down, you get back up again.
Never gonna keep me down.
”Okay, okay! Not good! Think, Prompto, think!” He burst out the other side onto a street that he didn’t recognize. Not that he recognized any street around here, but that just meant he'd have to think on his feet. There was another patter of gunfire and Prompto dodged to the side, walking slowly backwards with his own pistols trained on the alleyway behind him. A guard popped around the corner only to be met by Prompto's hail of bullets which sent him stumbling back for cover.
That’d keep them for, what? Thirty seconds?
He ran whichever way his feet took him. Left? Right? All the same to him! The people on the street were running too, but more from him than with him. He dodged down another street and hoped he wasn’t being followed. He needed somewhere to hide. Some way to lose them…
There was a crowd ahead. A big one, all milling around what looked like the entrance to a stadium. A sports game? Good enough for him!
He darted towards it and then slowed to a clumsy stop. He felt a bead of sweat drip uncomfortably down the back of his neck. Stuck in the cold, it made him shiver.
”Yup. Nothing going on here. Just a normal guy. Just. Blend in.” Prompto trotted into the crowds, edging through them as naturally as he could. They were mostly middle-aged. There were a lot of old people too with wrinkled faces and thinning hair. They all seemed excited about something. Some of them held bouquets of flowers. Weird sports game, but who was he to judge?
He went into the stadium and sighed at the warm wave of heat that hit him. It was even more crowded here, and Prompto had to sidle sideways just so he wouldn’t step on any toes. He heard the thudding of boots coming up the street and he picked up the pace. ”’Scuse me. Coming through!”
”You!”
Prompto stopped, blinking at the man who was pointing at him. The man was maybe fifty with gray hair and thin glasses. And his finger had definitively landed on him.
Prompto looked around just to make sure before pointing at himself. ”Who? Me?”
”Yes you! We’ve been looking all over for you! Late as always! Now get with the rest of your class!”
”Uh…”
Before Prompto could say much else, he was grabbed and yanked forward. ”Go on! Down the hall with the others!”
”Oh. Yeah. Sure. Mister.” The boots were getting closer. Prompto gave a nervous little laugh and slipped off in the way the mysterious man in glasses had directed him. There were other people here trailing outside a door. They were younger than everyone else -- somewhere between eighteen and twenty -- and they were all dressed in identical black robes.
Someone shouted at him. ”Hurry! Put this on! We’ve got about ten minutes!” A harried looking woman shoved a pair of robes at him. Prompto took them, bewildered, before unzipping the back and shoving them over his head. Dressed like this, he almost looked like…
Wait a second.
”Remember! This is your graduation so don’t make any trouble!”
From the main hall, ”We’re looking for a terrorist! We want an evacuation and we’ll have the building surrounded!”
Shit goes down a lot in this place, doesn't it? Sonora was a right mess, Alex was becoming more and more convinced about that. And as he wandered into certain places that he had no idea why they were there, well, it only made his opinion of this place even worse. There was just another example of that when some puny teenager came hurrying in, hurrying. He slipped through, almost stepping on Alexander's foot, but obviously he was trying to get away from something. Of course, an elder stepped in, and all seemed well. At least until the teenager was obviously confused at being addressed. Someone actually in trouble from someone they knew would look chastised and ashamed; this kid was pointing at himself in confusion. So Alex took a few steps closer, and that was when the guards of this place came storming in, looking for a terrorist, and demanding an evacuation.
Something's not adding up, here. And he's dealt with human traffickers before.
Well, not enough to know for sure whether this was actually that, or whether this kid was actually a terrorist, but he knew that they could be an issue. So, Alex decided to step in, try and defuse this and figure out what the hell was going on. And he only had one way of doing that. Unlike Alphinaud, he could actually act a part rather convincingly. Or G'raha. Really, he wasn't sure who the Miqo'te was fooling, considering Alex almost immediately knew it was him. Still, best to figure this out. He saw three outcomes, as he could tell; he either caught a terrorist, and maybe everyone wouldn't be such assholes to him here. He either got this kid out of trouble, because he was obviously not meant to be there. Or he made a buffoon of himself, anything was possible.
Especially if the kid didn't catch on.
And so Prompto's first impression of Alexander would be him storming in, storming up, and throwing his hands up in a fuss before very obviously pointing at Prompto. "Aedan, what the hell are you doing?" He put his hands on his hips, with a furrowed brow. "I'm gone for a minute and... gah, your mother's gonna kill you. And me, for that matter." He shook his head, not even giving him a chance to respond. Do not act confused, otherwise this won't work, as Alex looks to the others. "I'm sorry, he tends to get real nosy." Before beckoning him. As for the guards, well, they'll figure that out. Right now, he wants to know what in the hell is going on right now. He just hoped this wouldn't bite him in the ass.
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
Prompto didn’t know what was happening, and this was not unusual. Prompto had gone on the run from a conquering empire, met the Astrals, learned he was a clone, and stood face to face with whatever the heck Ardyn was. He’d witnessed the end of the world and the dusk of eternal night. He’d seen more than most people could dream of in a lifetime, and still, life had a way of surprising him.
”Alright! Line up! Last name, alphabetized!”
For a long time, Prompto could only watch dumbly as kids around him chattered excitedly among themselves, figuring out their place in line. It was so high energy that Prompto almost wanted to join in. If he could have. But he didn’t belong here, did he?
He really didn’t belong.
The door crashed open, and Prompto yelped, jumping backwards into a defensive stance that was ready to run. He expected to see the soldiers after him for astrals knew what reason, but instead he found a man in black with blonde hair swept to the side in styled half-spikes. He looked mad, and for some reason, he was looking at him.
”Aedan, what the hell are you doing?”
”Huh?”
”I’m gone for a minute and...gah, you’re mother’s gonna kill you. And me, for that matter.”
”But-!” Prompto opened his mouth. He closed it. For once, he closed it because he was too confused to do much more than sputter. Who was Aedan? Who was this man? Was he supposed to be his dad? But he didn’t look much older than him, really. Well, he looked older but not that old. Not dad old.
”I don’t know. Uh. I mean.” Prompto leaned back on his heel, rubbing his neck because it helped think a little better. His mouth was still working the way it always did when he didn’t know what to say. ”Yeah, sure. That’s you. My dad.”
Gladio had always teased him about his baby face. Maybe the new guy had one too. He sure didn’t have a dad face.
“Heheheh.” The nervous laughter rose on its own. He glanced at the door. Somewhere out there, soldiers were guarding the exits and evacuating and doing all kinds of other soldier things. Prompto couldn’t fight them on his own.
”So uh. Where are we going? Gotta go fast, right? To mom?” Maybe if he stayed in these robes, if he stayed by this not-dad, if he kept his head down, maybe he could slip right out from under their noses.
Oh, thank the Twelve. Well, at least as much as he could in this world. But while there were some hiccups, it was close enough that he was at least able to get the kid out of there and yank him along. "I am so, so sorry about this." He said, he had to be an embarrassed dad, right? After all, his buffoon of a son just made him look bad. There would be consequences for this! And they would never be the same! But getting out of there was easy enough. They got looks, for sure. After all, this was an event that they'd likely talk about at home, and the other kids, assuming this was legit, would humorously chuckle about as someone got escorted out. Prompto and Alexander would forever be laughingstocks in their lives, so you know, that they'd probably never meet them again was probably a good thing. In fact, Alexander might appreciate being a laughingstock, at least it'd be something new.
But the boy did have a genuine question, and well, it might not hurt to put him slightly at ease. Make what was to come easier, too. So, Alex gave his answer. It didn't answer where they were going, but that was something that could wait until later. Right now, he just needed to get the two of them out of the danger zone. "Figuring out what your deal is. Either you're a terrorist, which means hopefully this city will stop being an asshole to me, or you got in way over your head. If your doe-eyed look and overall babbling are anything to go by, I'm assuming the latter." Yeah, this kid was almost certainly not a dangerous terrorist. Granted, Alexander had made poor judgments of one's character before, but well, this one was acting a bit too green for him to have much for doubts at the moment. "I'm not sure what you did, or if you did anything. Like I said, these people are jerks. But if they're looking for you, well, we have to slip you out, but you need to go along."
Which, brought them to some of the officers. Or, well, where they could see some. And an exit. "Which means a distraction. Go on out, I'll be there in a moment. Just need to cause a scene. You slip out while they're distracted. Keep your head down." He reached and gave Prompto a small pat on the back as a signal to get moving before he picked up his own pace. His breathing quickened, gotta look like you're hyperventilating and all, as he approached an officer. Just needed to make a big enough scene to get the others to look at him for a moment. "Officer! Y-You gotta help, the terrorist-he's-he's taken my wife hostage, says he's going to kill her if he doesn't get--why did we let those outsiders in--oh-god-oh god-oh-god--" And he just started to repeat that, burying his face in his hands. Panicking husband, and all.
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
The man apologized to the teacher. He apologized so hard that Prompto felt like he should apologize even though he didn’t know what for. It really made him feel like a disappointment of a son. Which he was. But that wasn’t the point right now.
“So…” Prompto said slowly once they were out of the room. He didn’t really know what to add, but it felt good to say something. The soldiers were still around. He could see the tops of a few helmets over near the escalators. He swallowed and tried to keep on the man’s other side.
Then the man answered him.
”Wha-?” Prompto stared at him, trying to piece it together. He knew. The man knew all about him and his situation, and while part of Prompto wanted to thank him until his throat was sore, the other part wanted desperately to get away. ’Either you’re a terrorist, which means hopefully this city will stop being an asshole to me.’ That didn’t sound good.
”I’m not an anything!” Prompto cried out before he caught himself and lowered his voice. ”I didn’t do anything,” he whispered. ”Or at least, I don’t think I did. Did I? But they seem to know me somehow I guess. Maybe I look like someone else? I don’t think I have an evil twin…”
Except he did. He had a whole army of them. It made him wonder…
”Huh.” Wondering made him feel sick. He decided to stop.
Gotta keep your head in the game.
”Distraction.” Prompto nodded decisively because it gave him something to do. ”Gotta slip out. Man, you’re the best! You really are.” Prompto scanned the room. It was a wide hall and a tall one, reaching up about three stories with stairs interlacing all of them. It looked kind of like a mall with all of its kiosks and food stands. Maybe it really was a sports stadium. When it wasn’t hosting high schools, that was.
”Er. Well, if I had my friend, he could probably make it up there…” Prompto eyed the upper floors. It would’ve been cool to learn how to warp. He really could have used it now. ”But I guess we’re not doing that.”
Come on, Prompto! Think! Usually this was where Iggy would make some kind of plan. Or maybe Gladio would bellow something out to get them to stand and fight. But he wasn’t there. No one was -- just Prompto by himself again. That hadn’t gone great last time.
Last time. He forced back a shudder. He didn’t want to think about that. He really, really didn’t.
The man gave him an encouraging pat on the back. Prompto laughed weakly and looked up at him. ”But what are you gonna do?”
Too late. He was already gone. Headed straight for a band of soldiers. Prompto didn’t get it, and he didn’t like it, but he didn’t stop him either. For a second, he just watched him, frowning and trying to figure out his angle. Then he heard the yelling.
”Officer! Y-You gotta help! The terrorist, he’s-he’s taken my wife hostage!”
Prompto felt his mouth drop open. ”Huh?!”
Not good. This was so not good. So, so not good. He’d say it was bad, but it was worse than bad. It was terrible.
Prompto stumbled back. He stared at them, aghast, before his head finally caught up to him, and he turned around, keeping his head down just like the man had told him. He didn’t know what he thought he was doing, but he’d been right about one thing. He had to get away. Now more than ever. Now more than before, and he’d be mad about that later, but first he had to make sure he had a later. There must have been a back entrance, he thought. There was always a back entrance.
And this time was no exception, but as he rounded the corner, he saw that the soldiers had been true to their word. They really had surrounded the building. The second entrance was blocked by a wall of men dressed in black with guns on their backs. A few were combing the crowd asking questions. Prompto crept carefully backwards, searching for any other direction. He could be clever! He just had to, you know, try.
”Hey! Hey you! Is that him?”
Fear struck Prompto like cold water. They were pointing at him. He knew they were pointing at him even if his back was turned. He picked up the pace, dodging past a few startled people. Keep his head down. He could do that. He just had to-
”Officer Green, we have the suspect sighted! Regroup at the south plaza.”
And that was the end of that.
”Ah!” He scrambled forward, eyes darting around until they caught on the stairs and he was dashing up a broken escalator taking two stairs at a time. There wasn’t much cover here, and the second he reached the top, he did a somersault roll to get him out of the line of fire and behind a closed kiosk that sold sunglasses. He knelt behind it, catching his breath, as he heard them mobilizing. There wasn’t anywhere to go up here, he knew that, but there wasn’t anywhere to go down there either, and if there was one thing that Noct had taught him, it was that it was always better to have the high ground.
A thought came to him then. It wasn’t a good thought, necessarily, but it was a thought all the same. Prompto could fight. He wasn’t useless, and his body count could probably pile up pretty high by now. He was only running because he didn’t want to fight, and because there were too many people around. Downstairs, it was out of the question. But up here…
The stadium had three stories. If they wanted to shoot him, they’d have to come up to the second floor. That would get them away from the crowds. Prompto bit his tongue.
”Okay,” he muttered. ”Okay, you’ve got this.”
Then he rolled out of cover and made a mad dash for the next set of stairs.
He made it. Barely. He heard them open fire by the time he reached the top, but they weren’t in range for accuracy. A bullet whizzed past his ear and he found cover again behind wooden bench set in front of a glass-pane railing overlooking the floors below. He was high now. Real high, and he could see just about everything. They were coming up after him.
”Soldiers, lots of guns, nowhere to go.” Prompto flicked his wrists and brought his pistols to his hands in a burst of light. ”No problem, right?”
Alex watched as the kid turned the corner, and breathed a sigh of relief. The officer, well, he didn't seem too concerned with Alexander. Oh, just one more casualty in all this, that's just life, you know? Jerk. So he walked away, trying to follow after Prompto, make sure he got out safely. They'd just make it to the outskirts, he'd get a hold of Ragnabawk, and they'd fly on out of here. That was the idea until the kid's cover was blown, and the chase was back on. "Oh godsdammit." Watching the guards begin to swarm, his pace picked up into a sprint. How was he going to get that kid out of this? There was an army. Oh sure, he could cast Sleep, but what was he going to do, one at a time? No, he had to put them all down, one way or another. And--Wait, no, that might work. Hm, a bit of a longshot, but he couldn't quite remember if they had air filtration or anything like that.
It was his best shot to get everyone out of this alive and unarmed, at least. He could already hear Fray groaning, wondering why he didn't just leave, but that just wasn't Alexander. A sleep spell was forming in his hand. He'd make it more potent than usual, had to, otherwise it wouldn't work for what he was going to do. Assuming it even worked to begin with, but well, if it didn't, that meant things would get rather violent, and he would much prefer to avoid violence if at all possible! He tried his best to keep up. Brief flickers and the sounds of gunfire told him where he needed to go. No one really tried to stop him. The chaos of it all effectively gave him free reign to move. Up and up and up, though he had to give some measure of silent thanks; the kid going up the third floor by his lonesome meant he wouldn't be caught in what was about to happen. Alexander stared at the mess of soldiers, silently praying that this would work. Not just for his sake, not just for their sake, but for Prompto's sake as well.
If anyone died, that kid was cooked.
He aimed the Sleep spell, on its own, it would only affect one of them, but! Alexander was nothing if not resourceful, making minimal effort go a very, very long way. Been told he did all his thinking sideways, and moments like that, as the Aero spell materialized in his other hand, he was grateful for that. He looked up, seeing a flash of light. It was now or never, the next few seconds would decide just how bloody things would get. He felt his chest tighten a little, as clasping his hands together, combining the spells, he unleashed the Sleep spell into the air, carried by the Aero spell. Please work, he prayed, please, please work, as he looked over his shoulder. He might need to fire it off again.
Next time on The Many Adventures of Prompto In Danger
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
Prompto did not want to do this.
It was crazy, really, in a not so crazy way that should have felt normal, but it didn’t. He’d never liked fighting much more than monsters if he could help it -- which he usually couldn’t. As the soldiers came storming up the broken escalator to the second floor, he couldn’t help but remind himself that they were human. They weren’t like MTs
(don’t think about it)
that were basically just robots mixed up with daemons
(don’t think about it)
But real, living, breathing people with friends and dreams and favorite ice cream flavors who hadn’t thought they’d get in a shoot-out at the top of a sports stadium today. Gladio would have called him a wuss. Ignis would have sternly reminded him of the stakes. You know what you need to do, he would have said, and Prompto would have nodded and swallowed and taken aim. But he was alone now, and while he knew, that didn’t make it any easier to actually do it.
Prompto took a deep breath, the kind he did before target practice, and straightened so he could line up his shot. Pistols weren’t the best for this kind of range, but he wanted to get a few warning rounds in before he brought out the big guns. The really, really big guns.
He fired past the ear of a soldier kneeling to shoot. The bullet exploded into the sunglasses kiosk, bursting with wooden debris, Prompto fired again into the tile at the man’s feet, the man flinched, and then every single one of them collapsed.
For a moment, Prompto could only blink at them stupidly. He hadn’t hit anyone. He’d been sure he hadn’t hit anyone, and he was even more sure that this wasn’t how bullets worked, but there it was. One second about a half dozen soldiers had made it up the stairs and were preparing to attack, and the next they were all on the floor. Somehow. Prompto looked between his guns to the soldiers and felt his mouth open.
”Huh?”
Then he saw someone else coming up the stairs. It was the same man as before. The one in black with the blonde hair with his not-spikes and his not-dad face. Prompto stared at him as all the pieces fell into place. Then he laughed. ”Al-right!” he shouted then straightened a little higher and waved at him. ”Nice one!”
He’d really done it. That man down there had really done it without having to hurt anybody! At least he hoped he hadn't hurt them. He really, really hoped not because otherwise that was some pretty scary stuff. Like Ardyn level scary.
Daemon level scary.
”So uh. You got a way out or…?” Then he saw it. There was another staircase just down the path heading up from the second floor. And there were already soldiers charging up it. Prompto scrambled to his feet, backing up as he raised his pistols again. ”Uh! We got company!”
To be honest, it wasn't the first time someone had shown some kind of... he didn't want to call it awe. It bothered him. But he was obviously impressed. He looked back down at the soldiers that had collapsed. "If you're curious. It's a sleep spell mixed with Aero. No one's dying, understand?" It was only the combination of two very low level spells, but creative use made it more potent than it had any right to be. Case in point, when the next group appeared, it was an easy thing to just mix the two low level spells again and once again fire it out. It didn't take that much of his aether to do it. "It's foolishly ideal, but hopefully once it starts getting around that the worst that'll happen is a little nap, they'll divert resources to other issues. No point sending in the tanks when no one's even gotten hurt, yet." Well, it would be. If he hadn't tried for a hostage distraction earlier.
Nice, Alex. Nice.
Still, while waiting for the spell to hit, he did duck out of the way. He'd rather not get shot if he could help it. Plan, right. So, aside from the obvious; neutralize the threat long enough they could actually escape, he did have something. "I have a chocobo outside the city that can fly us away from all this. I'd rather not call him in and expose him to gunfire at the moment, though." Ragnabawk wasn't completely defenseless, and he understood that logically, a human life should outweigh the life of a chocobo, but he wasn't about to sacrifice Ragnabawk for someone he'd just met. Ragnabawk was his buddy, his buddy that he still needed to find a way to teach Choco Meteor. If those asshole red birds from Dalmasca could do it, why couldn't Ragnabawk?
Now that he thought about it... he really didn't know anything about... yeah, he could already hear Fray calling him a dumbass for sticking his neck out for someone he didn't even know. Fray didn't even say the words, he just knew. And he knew that Fray would also be silently judging him for this as well. "What's your name, so I'm not calling you kid?" He looked over with genuine confusion. Unless he was given an answer, Aedan it would be.
Ah man. Love writing myself into a "how do they escape now" corner
I'm gonna keep on keeping on the only way I know how
”Cool, cool!” Prompto backed up, one gun stabilized on top of his wrist as he trained it on the soldiers that were quickly charging up the escalators straight to his third floor position. He felt his mouth go dry. ”You uh. Think you could do it again? Fast?”
Prompto didn’t want to shoot. He really, really didn’t. The man was right. Killing somebody would have made everything so much worse, and that aside, he didn’t want to because he just didn’t want to. Simple as that.
His new friend seemed to have the same idea because he was already rushing into range. Prompto didn’t know what he was talking about (Spells? Was he a kingsglaive?) but whatever he did worked. There was a sudden gust of wind like a mini tornado, and Prompto held up a hand so he could keep his eyes squinted open.
”Woh!” There was something weird on the wind. Something that made his head fuzzy, but he wasn’t in the worst of it. The soldiers were, and once again, they dropped. ”Heh.” Prompto lowered his guns as soon as he saw they were clear. ”Bro, can I stay with you forever?”
He didn’t mean it. He had people to find. But for now, that sounded about as good as it could get.
And the deal was sweetened even more by what he said next.
”Wait, you’ve got a chocobo? And it can fly?” Prompto felt his mouth drop open. He tried to imagine it -- the bird’s stubby wings thrusting it off the ground -- but couldn’t really. ”Dude, that’s awesome!”
He wanted to see it. He wanted to so, so bad. But that’d have to wait. He saw that some of the soldiers down on the second floor -- the first ones to take the weird wind -- were starting to stir. He guessed it didn’t last forever.
”Oh! Uh. Prompto. Nice to meet’cha.” Prompto gave a nervous little laugh. ”What about you? So I don’t have to call you dad.” He was starting to suspect that the man really was as young as he looked. And totally not dad aged. Not Prompto’s dad aged.
”Okay. Get out of the building then get to the chocobo.” Prompto nodded. ”Sounds like a plan. Nice and easy.” Except it wasn’t. There were still more soldiers. They were calling in back-up. And here they were, stuck on the third-floor with nothing but glass windows leading to the outside. Why couldn’t he warp?
”I’ve got guns,” he said, showing them off. ”But that’s not gonna help with the whole ’nobody gets hurt’ thing. Think the place’s been evacuated yet?” Then he could feel a little better about a firefight. Not much, but a little.
Alex blinked at Prompto a couple times. Well, there was a genuine enthusiasm for the birds there, he really had to give the kid credit. "Well, yeah." Granted, not all chocobos could fly back in the Source, but it was easy enough if you knew how to train them. Though perhaps he should have focused on one, that he knew what chocobos were, so either he's been here a while, or they're in his world. But the question was flattering, kind of. Well, he was supposed to be finding new work wasn't he? So maybe they could just sign him on? This kid was obviously a Machinist. Or at least he had the gun. Whether he had everything else that came with being a Machinist remained to be seen. They did need to find a way out of here. They could hold out but at some point it would just get overwhelming for the two of them, and he didn't want to go to the gaol if he could avoid it.
But a name. "Huh." He knew of a Prompto. When he'd camped out with Noctis a couple years back in his world, he'd gotten a rundown on his friends... and a promise that Noctis would come back and introduce them. 'Course not that the guy could be faulted, dying had a way of dashing plans. Though now that he thought about it, Noctis's case of death was taking an awful long time to kick in. Still, he squinted at Prompto, as if examining him. Yeah, from what he saw of the clothes beforehand, they looked like they'd come from the same world. Add in that they looked to be around the same age... what could it hurt? "You uh, you know a Noctis by any chance? I think he's looking for you. Either that or I've got the wrong Prompto." But that, well, that could be dealt with.
They were getting back up already? He should've known, honestly. A sleep spell was just a sleep spell, and even just firing it off with an Aero like he did would've undoubtedly diluted it. He took a breath, felt his aether flow through the floor. Hear. Feel. Think. Granted, that was more of Hydaelyn's shtick, and the Echo, and neither were here. But they were useful words for concentrating. Within a moment, pillars of stone erupted in the way of the stairs. It wouldn't hold them off very long and they could probably just get around it if they were determined. All he'd done was block the quickest paths. And any explosive would blast them away, it was only a simple Stone spell, after all. "Anyway, Alexander Sorel. Adventurer." He responded as he looked to the window. That might be their only avenue at this point.
So that was why another Stone spell was hurled through the window. Property damage was better than physical damage! Looking at the outside, he did notice an antenna. Corps-a-corps and a Rescue would do... "Gun away, hands to your side. Get by the window." He stated simply as an orange tether appeared in his hand, wrapping around the antenna as he started hurtling towards it through the window. Granted, this was supposed to be a spell used for more offensive maneuvers but, well, creativity did always work for him. Mid-air, he twisted his body, throwing out another arm towards Prompto to cast Rescue. Or "yank the poor sap towards you forcibly via orange tether." He just really hoped Prompto didn't move. An escape from the Rooftops would be a lot easier. Especially since he doubted they'd done anything to bring out a gunship, at least.
