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https://ift.tt/2n82CxMRegis is not supposed to be there, Regis is supposed to be behind the Wall, safe and tucked away in the Citadel. Regis is not supposed to be on the battlefield.
But he is, with Clarus and Cor by his side and they are devastating in a way that only those who’ve fought together for years can be. The king on the battlefield seems to be a morale booster as well, as the Glaives fight more viciously than Ace has ever seen them fight. Together with the Crownsguard the king has brought with him they seem to be driving off the Imperial Troops with ease.
(Ace is one of the hunters that had been unfortunately in the area when Niflheim attacked, and unlike the others, he had insisted on fighting as well because fuck the empire that’s why.)
Then Glauca appears. The air freezes before bursting into flames as Regis and Glauca clash on the battlefield and Ace already knows how this is going to end, a memory, dimmed by time but brought back into focus by recent events shows him Regis’ empty eyes and Glauca standing over a dead body.
Ace sees the opening that Regis will be too slow to cover, he sees the moment Glauca lifts his sword to strike and-
Ace decides in that moment that he can’t let Regis die. He can’t. Regis is the king and Noctis is still too young to rule so Regis can’t die.
Clarus calls out his monarchs name and Cor tries, tries, to get there before Glauca can deliver the blow but Ace knows that Cor will be too late.
It takes a split second for Ace to warp in front of Regis and use his staff to block the blow meant for the king.
Ace bears his teeth and lightning leaps from his staff and throws Glauca several feet away.
Ace doesn’t look behind him. “Are you alright, Your Majesty?”
Regis huffs a laugh. “Thanks to you I will be,” he says, “May I have your name, Crownsguard?”
Ace laughs even as he switches his staff for the sword he keeps in his armiger. “Not a Crownsguard,” Ace says, “Not a Glaive either.”
Ace watches as Glauca gets up, and wonders if summoning Ramuh to deal with the General is overkill.
He remembers Glauca marching through the streets of Galahd. Remembers him striking down those already injured and those fleeing and decides that no, it wouldn’t be.
Summoning Ramuh is hard on Ace’s body. It feels as though it takes literal years off his lifespan and after Ace summons him he feels weak. Sick almost. But having one of the Astrals Galahdians have worshipped for centuries strike down one of the men who led the attack on their islands?
Yeah, it’s worth the exhaustion Ace will feel after.
Ace tilts his head and grins at the General.
The wind picks up.
The cloud’s part and Ramuh descends. His fury is as a storm, lightning strikes Glauca again and again and again. By the time Ramuh disappears, Glauca’s helm is gone, revealing a face that Ace knew would be there.
Ace himself falls to the ground. There’s a noise of concern from someone. Ace ignores it and tries to fall asleep. He fails because Luche is a dick and should have never been allowed ice magic.
“I hate you,” Ace tells Luche on the ride to Insomnia, “So much.”
Luche looks unimpressed. “His Majesty told me to wake you,” Luche says, “So I did.”
“You pressed your ice cold hands on my face. Six, it felt like you had just fingered Shiva.”
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