[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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While Dragoon armor was, in a way made to resist attacks from dragons, he certainly wouldn't be resisting the flaming breaths of three dragons. Blighted or unblighted, he was liable to get cooked alive in his armor if he didn't immediately catch flame. He caught a rapidly closing gap of air as the flames closed in around him and dove through it, flame heating his armor to a temperature a bit more toasty than comfortable, and the edges of his sash burning for good measure. He could feel a few blisters from the heated armor against his body already starting to form, but ignored it for now. He had bigger issues.

Miina had drawn back the vortex to fend off a pair of dragons going for her. He certainly didn't blame her for it- defending oneself was necessary, but that left them with three, unhappy, no longer grounded dragons. He looked at the dragons. The dragons looked back at him. Then at each other. One of them beat its wings. Then a second.

[color=lightblue]"Oh no you don't."[/color] Galahad grunted as he ran forward and leaped, throwing his halberd down into the wing leather of the third dragon still on the ground, to pin it down there. Instead of going straight up, he dove straight at the first dragon, its maw opening up to loose a breath of blighted fire. Galahad's arm found the dragon's neck as he grabbed and vaulted himself onto the back of its neck, grabbing its head horns as he jerked the head to face the second airborn dragon just as the gout of fire loosed from its maw.