Gladiolus Alternate Ending Essay
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The heavy wooden sword was knocked out from the soldier's clammy grasp and landed with a soft thud on the padded floors. The sound of grunts and sword clashing bounced off the spacious walls in the Crownsguard Training hall. Standing by the entrance was Clarus Amicitia, the king's own shield, and Gladiolus, his son, in admist all the sparring matches, they were going over security measures for the signing of the peace treaty between the august Lucis and the industrialized Niflheim empire.
"So even Cor will be out patrolling during the signing?" Gladiolus asked, leaning on the wall, he was already dressed in his royal fatigues which put his robust abs on display.
"As will the Crownsguard, but only the bare minimum will be on duty. You can never be too cautious with Niflheim." Clarus' …show more content…
"Come in." Clarus beckoned.
Cor along with Prompto following behind entered into the training hall. "Pardon the intrusion," Cor said.
"And pardon me —" Prompto paused when he saw Gladiolus. "W-wait, Gladio?!"
"What're you doin' here, Prompto?" Gladiolus asked.
"For his Crownsguard uniform," Cor supplied, Prompto vigorously nodded after him. "So I figured he should meet the captain himself." Prompto nodded again.
"Got it."
Prompto tensed up when Clarus walked up to him. "Prompto Argentum, is it?"
He started to nod his head then went in for a verbal approach instead. "Y-yes sir!" He was stuttering.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, it appears your training went smoothly, I see no injuries."
"Uh...n-no sir, no injuries! It went...smoothly...at least I think so." He stared at the ground for a second, before setting his eyes back on Clarus' seeping gray ones—at least he attempted to make eye contact, but it proved difficult. "Oh, a-and I promise to protect Prince Noctis with my life!" He sputtered out.
"That's very noble of you to say, but remember you must also protect yourself, hence the
*kno—
The heavy wooden sword was knocked out from the soldier's clammy grasp and landed with a soft thud on the padded floors. The sound of grunts and sword clashing bounced off the spacious walls in the Crownsguard Training hall. Standing by the entrance was Clarus Amicitia, the king's own shield, and Gladiolus, his son, in admist all the sparring matches, they were going over security measures for the signing of the peace treaty between the august Lucis and the industrialized Niflheim empire.
"So even Cor will be out patrolling during the signing?" Gladiolus asked, leaning on the wall, he was already dressed in his royal fatigues which put his robust abs on display.
"As will the Crownsguard, but only the bare minimum will be on duty. You can never be too cautious with Niflheim." Clarus' …show more content…
"Come in." Clarus beckoned.
Cor along with Prompto following behind entered into the training hall. "Pardon the intrusion," Cor said.
"And pardon me —" Prompto paused when he saw Gladiolus. "W-wait, Gladio?!"
"What're you doin' here, Prompto?" Gladiolus asked.
"For his Crownsguard uniform," Cor supplied, Prompto vigorously nodded after him. "So I figured he should meet the captain himself." Prompto nodded again.
"Got it."
Prompto tensed up when Clarus walked up to him. "Prompto Argentum, is it?"
He started to nod his head then went in for a verbal approach instead. "Y-yes sir!" He was stuttering.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, it appears your training went smoothly, I see no injuries."
"Uh...n-no sir, no injuries! It went...smoothly...at least I think so." He stared at the ground for a second, before setting his eyes back on Clarus' seeping gray ones—at least he attempted to make eye contact, but it proved difficult. "Oh, a-and I promise to protect Prince Noctis with my life!" He sputtered out.
"That's very noble of you to say, but remember you must also protect yourself, hence the