Teaching lessons the hard way, is that so... Ignis says nothing on the matter, especially as he knows he's the one who made the comparison first. Yet still, he thinks of the way that Prompto had shook against him, recalling what had occurred for him, and which may occur in Ignis's own future.

The daggers are put away. He'll try not to use them when it really counts. What matters more, to him, are the gloves he has securely on his hands.

"Well then," he says. "Let's be off."

It is a good chance to take a look at Ardyn's own abilities as well up close and personal, in his opinion. Ignis has been trained in how to make it through wilderness carefully, to take out his objectives neatly, although he knows that he undoubtedly can still improve and would hope his older self has done so. But as he tracks down the bandits' sloppy moves, he too tracks down just how Ardyn moves.

He's been relaxed and casual so far - both during their first meeting, and more recently with the elder ladies.

But surely that can't be the same when they're going on the attack.