[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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The beasts were wrapped up in short order- an expected outcome, honestly. Especially with an Eidolon in the mix, it was really only a matter of time before the beasts were routed from this apparently holy place. The holy land of Ramuh was apparently rather simple, a grove with a clearing, with naught adorning it but a single stone in the center. Ascetic, perhaps. Izayoi was quick to grill Cid about what had happened and his true nature, his answers to which were... sensible enough, if somewhat annoying.

[color=lightblue]"I think it would've been quite a bit more convenient for us if you had told the Grovemasters about your extended lifespan- maybe a few decades earlier.[/color]  Galahad remarked, but left well enough alone. Further discussion with Cid about what to do going forward might've have been the next logical step, but they were interrupted by the Eidolon of lightning, Ramuh himself. He vouched for Cid's truthfulness, which Galahad in particular didn't really question, what Galahad didn't- though perhaps should have expected was Ramuh's desire to test their mettle and worthiness.

[color=lightblue]"I don't suppose we have a say in this."[/color] Galahad remarked, even as the steelclad dragon arrived with a crash of lightning and thunder. [color=lightblue]"I suppose not."[/color]

Galahad rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, even as thundagas began to strike the battlefield at random. Well, at least this one looked like a dragon. That was something he was much more comfortable fighting. He glanced at his hands as he felt Miina's spell sink into them, he supposed the feeling he felt was 'insulated'. His dragoon armor was already faintly lightning resistant- but with Miina's spell as well, he felt fairly well protected from electricity. Rudolf rushed past them, engaging the foe from the front, leaving the flanks open for the rest of them.

They were as protected as they could be from electricity, and had a warrior holding the front for them. Now it was on the rest of the party to start dealing some damage. [color=lightblue]"Now! Hit it from the flanks!"[/color] he shouted. [color=lightblue]"Look for breaks in the armor- aim for vitals, neck, or limbs to cripple it!"[/color]

With a short sprint as a lead up, Galahad leaped into the air, his halberd flashing in the daylight as he spun it in his hand. Fighting dragons was literally what he was trained to do. He carried such a front heavy halberd for exactly foes like this. As he twisted in the air, Galahad found his first target- the joint where the wing met the back- and dove for it. His halberd flashed as he brought it down with as much strength as he could muster. Even if he couldn't sever the wing, if he could injure it enough, the creature would be effectively grounded.