[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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[color=lightblue]"It appears the quality of enemy we're facing is growing."[/color] Galahad remarked as he landed by Izayoi. He glanced over at where Garuda had dissipated. Being unable to secure the spirit's power was certainly a blow- such a boon would've helped them tremendously, but at the very least they were able to stop Valheim from securing their objectives too, thanks in no small part to the Skaellan air patrol. His breath steamed the cold air, the combat had been intense enough to have been rather exerting, though luckily he seemed not have sustained injury- having to repair his armor again, so soon after getting it fixed would've been a nuisance. He considered taking up smithing, if just to be able to fix armor in the field. 

[color=lightblue]"Here, I'll tend to your injuries."[/color] Galahad remarked as he held out a hand with the heal materia he had acquired and began to cast it. At least this injury seemed simple enough for the Heal materia- after the debacle with Behemoth, Galahad had considered throwing it away, but didn't because it was materia, and materia was expensive.

Galahad glanced over once as Esben began summoning Cid. [color=lightblue]"I wonder what he'll think when we tell him that we let Garuda be shot in the head."[/color]