[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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[color=lightblue]"Of [i]course[/i] the flying metal dragon can [i]also[/i] teleport."[/color] Galahad grumbled as he picked himself up off the ground. He had just enough time to steady himself as Esben sprinted by- barking commands. They made logical sense- the Adrammelech's armor was tough- but the explosive power of Elaine and Chisato's attacks had a chance of breaking through, if only they had an opening. So, an opening would be provided. Now that its wing was crippled, the dragon was stuck on the ground- so next was to cripple its mobility, arms and neck. 

In a few short strides, and Galahad's calculations were complete. Ground cracked and sundered beneath his feet as he pushed himself off the earth and back into the air, leaping at 60 degree angle instead of straight up. He careened towards the Adrammelech like one of Eliane's bullets- if it was slower, and larger- the sharp angles of his armor cutting through the air as he jumped just past the Adrammelech's head. He spun midair, swinging his halberd with both hands as if he were trying to fell a tree with a woodaxe. This would probably end up hurting him more than the dragon- but that was not the main point of this swing. The axe head purposely flew past the Adrammelech's open maw, the steel of his haft catching in its jaw as Galahad climbed onto its head and pulled back on his halberd like a bit. 

Using the Adrammelech's head like a surface, Galahad grit his teeth and pulled back with all his might, trying to rear the dragon's head all the way back, throwing his weight into it- for all it would do against such a large creature. He didn't need to snap its neck, just keep it back long enough for the others to land a strike. Thankfully his armor and Miina's protections combined would deaden at least some retaliatory lightning, should it be directed his way.