[ Gladio and Noctis' relationship has always been rocky, but the structure it rests upon is sturdy. Strong. Noctis has looked to Gladio for guidance and support since childhood, and while they often have disagreements? He wouldn't change the relationship they have for the entire world. They're brothers. Brothers fight, argue, disagree. Each and every word that spills from his double is heavily blown out of proportion and clearly made to crack his and his friend's resolve. ]
[ While the words are harsh and cruel, they do nothing to shatter his armor. Noctis' anger is clear on his face, but it only seeks to fuel his energy and tactics. There is still a moment where his blade clashes with Gladio's double, where Noctis' copy seeks to brutally damage. Gladio's sweep of his blade throws the copycat prince off his feet, but another toss of his blade has him warping to a high streetlight. ]
[ The true Noctis sees that opening. He grits his teeth, working to commit to his mind that this is not Gladio. He switches gazes between the two only briefly. The fact that they look exactly the same doesn't make this easy, but there's no time to barter with his own feelings. With gritting teeth, he tosses his blade towards the copy which shifts its attention. He tosses it high, giving himself decent height where a flash of blue light sends him just above the target. Noctis turns it around, aiming the end of the sword's handle at the enemy where he strikes him on the head with hopes of knocking him cold. ]
:> !! Sorry for the delay! Work was pretty brutal but I am back!
[ While the words are harsh and cruel, they do nothing to shatter his armor. Noctis' anger is clear on his face, but it only seeks to fuel his energy and tactics. There is still a moment where his blade clashes with Gladio's double, where Noctis' copy seeks to brutally damage. Gladio's sweep of his blade throws the copycat prince off his feet, but another toss of his blade has him warping to a high streetlight. ]
[ The true Noctis sees that opening. He grits his teeth, working to commit to his mind that this is not Gladio. He switches gazes between the two only briefly. The fact that they look exactly the same doesn't make this easy, but there's no time to barter with his own feelings. With gritting teeth, he tosses his blade towards the copy which shifts its attention. He tosses it high, giving himself decent height where a flash of blue light sends him just above the target. Noctis turns it around, aiming the end of the sword's handle at the enemy where he strikes him on the head with hopes of knocking him cold. ]
You're done!