[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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[color=lightblue]"Mmhm. Yes. Putting traps in mausoleums is very much a traditionalist thing to do."[/color] Galahad mused as he followed the  others, watching as Rudolf went about his work. [color=lightblue]"I distinctly remember helping my father set bear traps in front of all the family memorials as a boy."[/color] He remarked drily.

[color=lightblue]"You know, in case bears found their way into the family crypt."[/color]

Galahad held back a few steps as Miina set off the magical mines, either by blowing them up or deactivating them. He had to hand it to the smaller Mystrel, her talent with magic was nothing to scoff at. The group moved up handily through the cleared minefield until they reached the next 'trap', a set of swinging blades- massive scythes chopping through the corridor, with channels across the floor to make room for the blades. 

[color=lightblue]"Okay, now the pressure plates and mines I understand, but this is starting to get a bit absurd."[/color] Galahad couldn't help but note. The amount of work that must've gone into this trap to make sure it worked- and for such a long period of time was surely not worth the security benefit it supplied... right? Galahad shrugged, questioning why it was here didn't really solve the issue of it being here.

[color=lightblue]"I can handle this one."[/color] He murmured as he hefted his halberd and leaped up towards the ceiling, where the swinging arm of the trap was. Flipping his weapon to use the spike at the bottom of the polearm, Galahad jabbed into the crevice- with the resulting [i]clang[/i] of metal on metal. [color=lightblue]"Gears perhaps?"[/color] He asked aloud as he leaped up again and struck towards the mechanism controlling the arms again and again until the swinging arm ground to a halt. Galahad did this with the rest of the blade arms until the corridor was still.