The jerk sent Ignis to both knees only to end up in the dirt a moment later, but not before he'd seen those vicious eyes. There was no sign of Gladio in that crimson gaze and he still had no idea what had happened to him. Had the Empire compromised him somehow? Had they all missed something about the big man?

So many questions that needed answers and Ignis didn't have the time or brainpower to figure them out. Not when he absently tasted blood and dirt in his mouth as he struggled to get himself up again. Once he was up, he could run again. He could get to the haven. Noctis and Prompto would help him subdue Gladio, help him figure out what was wrong with him.

He just had to get up-