[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1][/center][hr]

Galahad's shoulders heaved as he panted, winded and a bit battered, but otherwise no worse for wear. His once pristine armor had splashes of Blightbeast icor covering it, and his forearm bore his own blood from the bite he had received earlier, but all things considered things were going well. He had overexerted himself a bit by jumping too much, but the beasts had been beaten back, and the party lay in a field of freshly cut grass, surrounded by the corpses of the vile creatures. The rest of the party seemed to be faring just as well too, mostly minor injuries and scrapes obtained from the nature of battling up close and personal with monsters, but nothing to write home about.   

Galahad snorted as the gunbreaker remarked about being kept on their toes. [color=lightblue]"I'll be sure to write the beasts. Knowing them, I'm sure they'd be happy to ambush us at every waking moment."[/color] 

Pulling his helmet off, Galahad shook his head, freeing his hair from its confines. He glanced around with a frown, the beasts were already so close to the heart of Edren. Even during his travels to Balmung, the beasts had not bothered his traveling group, but now they were striking in force. He wondered if there was any rhyme or reason to the attacks- any intelligence behind their rampage. Whether they picked out what they believed to be targets of opportunity or just anything that came into sight.

[color=lightblue]"I'll find the chocobos."[/color] Galahad said with a sigh, [color=lightblue]"Keep your wits about you, the beasts might just be feigning a retreat. Once we've regrouped we should find a place to camp out."[/color]