[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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The light was a good idea- with their combined efforts, they had this thing on the accursed jester on the ropes. Or at least they did, until this clown decided to nullify their efforts with a dome of shadows. Now shrouded in darkness once again, Ferdiad seemed to be able move around the battlefield at will, attacking at one place, only to spring up in another spot entirely to strike again. He seemed to target the two of their smallest combatants, taking their size to be a measure of their constitution no doubt. 

Rudolf moved to intercept Ferdiad before he could get to his targets. Galahad's eyes could barely track him in this darkness- he needed light. Galahad's eyes tracked Miina, how she had cast dispel on the jester earlier, and how she now attempted to bring her own light into the fight. It was at times like this that Galahad wished he had more aptitude with magic- if he could dispel this dome, then they'd be able to fight on more even conditions. 

Recalling that the shadow arms that Ferdiad had thrown at them earlier, and how they were able to counteract them with their weapons, Galahad wondered if he could do the same with the dome of shadows. One way to find out. Galahad took a step back from the relative front towards the pink haired gunner as he twirled his halberd in his hand. The materia on his gauntlet glowed as he began to channel electricity into the tip of his weapon as he reared back. As lightning wreathed the entirety of his weapon, Galahad flung it directly at the top of the dome, hoping to break, or at least crack it. If he could even get spots of light down on the terrain around them, the Kirins could use it to their advantage.