[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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Back in his armor, and business as usual. Galahad hummed as the line of Valheim infantry crossed the ridge to charge at them. Galahad shifted in his armor, unconsciously checking his repaired armor's fit one last time. Despite the man being... well, piss drunk most of the time, the blacksmith actually did decent work, and Galahad's armor was not good as new, but [i]nearly[/i], which was more than he could've hoped for, honestly. He lowered his halberd and pulled the protective cloth off of its blade as he watched the first steps of action. Individually, the Valheim solders were not [i]that[/i] much of a threat. But there were two dozen of them charging their number. 

[color=lightblue]"It was very helpful of the officer to let us know some larger operation is happening."[/color] Galahad remarked as he took a few steps forward. [color=lightblue]"Though I gathered that [i]something[/i] was happening... needless to say, we ought wrap this up quickly."[/color] He said.

Galahad took a few running steps forward before dirt kicked up beneath his feet as he launched himself into the air. Somehow, this felt more familiar- like his days back during the Edren-Osprey war. Doing what he normally did- targeting officers. He leaped clear over the charging line of Valheimr blackhelms, catching himself as he crested in the air. He reared his halberd back and angled his fall directly for the officer, bringing his halberd down as he dropped out of the sky.