[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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Blightbeasts were manageable, but a behemoth? Now things were starting to get ridiculous. [color=lightblue]"Where the hell did that even come from?!"[/color] Galahad demanded of no one in particular. Esben was organizing the militia lines, as Rudolf and Izayoi attacked. Izayoi bade him charge, the behemoth had to be stopped before it overran the militia.


Galahad took a breath, and focused his halberd. He couched his legs and arms, settling the halberd into position. The steeple he had been standing on cracked and broke as he kicked off of it, rocketing forward like a man sized bullet as he lunged at the beast, hurling his halberd at it.

Steel made contact first, followed by greaves as Galahad kicked off of the behemoth and went into the sky, dragging his weapon with him. As he reached the crest of his jump, Galahad summoned as much lightning as he could muster. Electricity cracked down the weapon and into his gauntlets, armor glinting in the cold sky. [color=lightblue]"Strike it down!"[/color] Galahad bellowed as he loosed his halberd downwards like a lightning bolt, his own armored form following after it.