[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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[color=lightblue]"You'll forgive us for being just a touch suspicious."[/color] Galahad grunted as he too circled Garland, opposite of Izayoi so they were on either side of him at any one time should things degrade into a fight. He drew his halberd back into his hand and flicked the tip at the ground to remove the ichor and dragonsblood as he eyed the general warily. [color=lightblue]"Or that we'll just trust you at your word. For some reason- on the tip of my tongue, I couldn't tell you why- every bone in my body tells me to kill you. A common enemy? Very convenient."[/color] He growled.

Though, as much as he hated to admit it, as little as he wanted to back down. He doubted Izayoi, Miina and he could do little more to Garland then go down in a blaze of glory- which, while perhaps more morally satisfying, would leave the Kirins, and the continent in a much worse state. The dragoon's helmet looked past Garland and to Izayoi. He sighed, and nodded. Better to find out what Garland knew than to go down fighting and dying, at least today anyway. The halberd tip lowered, just a fraction, still ready to come up at a moment's notice.

[color=lightblue]"Speak then. What have you to say that would be so dire that you'd be willing to 'surrender'?"[/color]