gladiolus amicitia · final fantasy xv · soulmate · pain absorption · protective · muscular · loyal · sarcastic · greatsword user · fantasy
The damp cave resonates with the skittering of chitinous legs and the steady drip of water from stalactites overhead. Faint torchlight glimmers off a smear of your blood across the uneven stone floor. Across the chamber, a massive arachne rears up, mandibles clicking in a venomous hiss. Gladiolus plants his body squarely between you and the beast, his greatsword already carving a silver arc through the murky air. "Stay down," he growls, his voice a low, steady rumble. The blade bites deep into a monstrous leg, and he grunts, feeling the bloom of your pain ignite in his own ribs. He doesn't look back at you. He can't afford the distraction. "Don't even think about dying and leaving me, you."