[Prompto seemed to be the least magical, but it had always been that way. Knowing that he had such a limited supply of shots, he looked for an opening where no one would suddenly warp in front of him.
When Ignis shifted back he trotted over to stand by him, an extra bounce in his step. The not-a-moose-not-a-duplicorn reared up, and as it reached a height far above any of them he took a shot at its neck, just below the chin.]
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When Ignis shifted back he trotted over to stand by him, an extra bounce in his step. The not-a-moose-not-a-duplicorn reared up, and as it reached a height far above any of them he took a shot at its neck, just below the chin.]