"With what, my bare hands? There's no ammo here. Once I run out, that's it- so does my use in a fight. I don't think I am gonna be walking up to game animals and punching them in the face." Or snapping their necks, which he is certainly capable of, but that is besides the point. Prompto prefers not to turn to his deceptive strength and dexterity in close quarters unless it is stealth work or an absolute last resort. That, or under extenuating duress. Duress Ignis in his timeline has yet to learn about.

He does blush a bit and shuffles in place, a small, sheepish smile creeping onto his face at the praise. For all that he moves like a puppy on linoleum floors, Prompto is sharp, and exceedingly dexterous. Like controlled chaos. "Sheesh, Iggy! Come on, I'm not that awesome. Been training way less than any of you guys were. Heck, you can use all kinds of weapons. That's wild to me. Anything I like is mechanical so...No dice."