[Nyx picks up their pace as much as he feels he can dare with Prompto keeping up with him, hearing shouting break into the air behind them after they turned the corner.
There aren't that many people out, many of them still drinking at this hour, but Nyx still keeps track of everyone he sees. Part of him categorizing potential threats; recognizing some regulars that might slow down their pursuer. It's second nature when adrenaline is rushing through his veins.
He keeps glancing back to make sure Prompto is still with him, even though he hasn't let go of his hand. Doesn't want him to push too hard and burn out.
Fortunately it's not very long before they reach another alley, narrow this time. Buildings pressing in close. Nyx pulls up, and nudges for Prompto to go ahead of him, then turns around. The man is storming after them, his pride clearly insulted. Nyx rubs his fingers together and calls up the cold.
Magic chills his veins when he extends his arm towards the ground, ice building up around his fingers, and when he releases it the road becomes slick for several yards, gleaming in the lamplights.]
That'll slow him down. Go. All the way to the end.
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There aren't that many people out, many of them still drinking at this hour, but Nyx still keeps track of everyone he sees. Part of him categorizing potential threats; recognizing some regulars that might slow down their pursuer. It's second nature when adrenaline is rushing through his veins.
He keeps glancing back to make sure Prompto is still with him, even though he hasn't let go of his hand. Doesn't want him to push too hard and burn out.
Fortunately it's not very long before they reach another alley, narrow this time. Buildings pressing in close. Nyx pulls up, and nudges for Prompto to go ahead of him, then turns around. The man is storming after them, his pride clearly insulted. Nyx rubs his fingers together and calls up the cold.
Magic chills his veins when he extends his arm towards the ground, ice building up around his fingers, and when he releases it the road becomes slick for several yards, gleaming in the lamplights.]
That'll slow him down. Go. All the way to the end.