[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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[color=lightblue]"If the spy arrives, I fear we may be under equipped to deal with them."[/color] Galahad mused, [color=lightblue]"But that's a hurdle we'll cross when we get there.[/color] He nodded as he keyed the radio they were given. [color=lightblue]"Airship crew, be on the lookout for any potential interruptions."[/color]

The rest of them continued on foot. It wouldn't be long before they arrived, following the sounds of dragons battling. Galahad looked on in horror. It was rare to ever see so many dragons in one place. From a safe distance, it would be majestic. If it weren't for the blight. Now they were little more than deranged monsters. A damned shame. He looked at the riflemen as they began to set up. He pointed at one with a scope on their rifle. [color=lightblue]"The ones on the ground, half infected. Put them out of their misery. The rest of you, prepare to fire."[/color] He barked.

As soon as Miina's vortex grounded the blighted dragons- or at least brought them lower to the ground. Galahad began to advance. Three steps, ice and stone cracking and splintering under his heavy footfalls as he brought himself low and leaped high into the air. [color=lightblue]"Now! Open fire!"[/color] His voice whipped through the air as he went high up. His jump height was cut by Miina's vortex, but he used to the resulting force and speed to bring himself down faster to the ground, his halberd lifted over his head as he aimed for the largest blighted dragon, the one leading this pack, his weapon wreathed with lightning.

[color=lightblue]"I'm sorry it has to be this way. You'll find your rest soon."[/color] Galahad murmured as he careened down towards the blighted dragon. The halberd flashed as Galahad brought his weapon down like a bolt of lightning, aiming for the base of the dragon's neck.