That did it. The last of Noctis' restraint snapped and he reached out to grab his close friend and Shield by the shirt to pull him down closer to his level. Getting right in his face.

"And you think your low level ass can keep yourself and Noodle safe? Because in case you haven't noticed, we don't exactly have our old skills here. Surviving the Blademaster means shit here if you can't even think straight." There is anger burning in his eyes, but beyond that... there is fear and concern. "Where would that put us if something happened to you out there, huh?!"

Think, you Six-damned idiot!