"I think Gladio is seriously trying to kill me. My legs don't even feel like legs anymore and the bones in my arms are vibrating! I really don't think swords are for me." Prompto knelt on the floor hands on his kneecaps as he struggled to take in rattling breaths of air holding himself up by pure force of will.

"No, I don't think they are, you spent half the time running like you were being chased around by a mad behemoth." Noctis pushed himself up on his elbows just to smirk at him before he collapsed back down to lie prone his arms folded behind his head to form a pillow.

"You mean I wasn't?" He gasps heaving like a fish thrown onto a dock unable to breathe.

"Save your breath, I won't be taking it easy on you anymore next time." Gladio walked past them his breaths calm and even, practically purring as he smirked.

Prompto narrowed his eyes in jealousy taking in the way his chest barely moved and the thin sheen of sweat that left him looking sexy instead of hanging at deaths door like he did, before the words Gladio said processed in his mind and became something more than an unintelligible jumble of sounds. "Next time! Noct please you have to put me out of my misery! I want my inevitable death to be quick and painless."

Prompto fell dramatically to his knees and collapsed onto his back. He thumped his chest with his fist, carefully to avoid any developing bruises and threw his arms out over his head so he was splayed out like a starfish. "Make it quick for me Noctis right through the heart!"

Noctis sighed as he picked himself up just so Prompto could see him rolling his eyes. "No can do Prompto, you're just going to have to suffer with the rest of us."

"Traitor!" He hisses halfheartedly, unable to keep up with his chest feeling like everything inside it has been spilled across the floor.

"You'll live."