[ Lunafreya only knows snippets of Gladiolus, the majority of her knowledge stemming from a general awareness of the Amicitia bloodline as it relates to the kings of Lucis. The rest she's gleaned from the notes and letters she's exchanged with Noctis through their shared journal over the years, and while the prince's opinion of the man had started out rather poorly, Lunafreya can't deny that he regards Gladio with a high degree of respect and affection. The picture Noctis has painted of Gladiolus' character has left Lunafreya with a certain sense of wonder and awe, and the literal vision of him hefting a broadsword as long as her body only serves to further drive the point home.
She'd heard the sounds of combat from a ways away, and when she arrives on the scene, it's with a lengthy, crudely-made lance in hand. It's not more than an oversized toothpick, really; upon closer inspection, one may notice that it appears to have been a former broom handle given a second life, both of its ends carved into wicked points. Lunafreya stops short of rushing headlong into battle at the sight of Gladio, though she quickly springs into action as one of the oversized bugs manages to shift behind him. ]
Sir Amicitia! [ She calls even as she rushes in. The Oracle has never been much of a combatant, but she decisively brings the point of her lance (if it can even be called that) down into the carapace of what appears to be an overly large beetle. Luna makes sure to keep low to the ground, lest Gladio's blade decides to swing overhead. ] While I do not doubt that you have this situation under control, allow me to render assistance as best as I am able!
[ Don't mind her. She's just attempting to shake the still very much alive beetle off of her lance, waving one of her hands towards it as a small pillar of light shoots through its thorax. It's nothing like the one she used against Leviathan back on Eos, but it certainly is flashy... and effective. ]
fear!
She'd heard the sounds of combat from a ways away, and when she arrives on the scene, it's with a lengthy, crudely-made lance in hand. It's not more than an oversized toothpick, really; upon closer inspection, one may notice that it appears to have been a former broom handle given a second life, both of its ends carved into wicked points. Lunafreya stops short of rushing headlong into battle at the sight of Gladio, though she quickly springs into action as one of the oversized bugs manages to shift behind him. ]
Sir Amicitia! [ She calls even as she rushes in. The Oracle has never been much of a combatant, but she decisively brings the point of her lance (if it can even be called that) down into the carapace of what appears to be an overly large beetle. Luna makes sure to keep low to the ground, lest Gladio's blade decides to swing overhead. ] While I do not doubt that you have this situation under control, allow me to render assistance as best as I am able!
[ Don't mind her. She's just attempting to shake the still very much alive beetle off of her lance, waving one of her hands towards it as a small pillar of light shoots through its thorax. It's nothing like the one she used against Leviathan back on Eos, but it certainly is flashy... and effective. ]