[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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It was only sheer luck the ground was soft enough to not crush him instantly, and Galahad was able to spring off of the beast before its third roll crushed him with its weight. It certainly hurt a good amount though, as Galahad staggered to his feet, his armor plating bent and buckling on some places. Though he should be glad that nothing important was broken. Luckily- or perhaps unluckily, the motion ended up driving Galahad's halberd deeper into the Behemoth's neck.

As meteors began to fall, a storm of not so small rocks, Galahad found himself diving out of the way of one, before Miina's haste spell took hold. He instantly felt light, faster, and well, hasted.

[color=lightblue]"Excellent, Miina!"[/color] Galahad breathed in relief as he used the spell to more easily dodge out of the way of the oncoming rocks.

[color=lightblue]"Esben!"[/color] Galahad called out for their rogue turned summoner. He pointed at his Wyrmfang, embedded in the Behemoth's neck. [color=lightblue]"Lightning rod!"[/color]