[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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The heat was stifling. Galahad had done his best to modify his armor for the extreme heat and sands of the desert, but there was only so much that could be done- in the end, he was still wearing steel, and while he wasn't cooking in his armor, it was still far from comfortable. At least for the first few days they were able to stay cool by the river, but the dunes of the desert were harsh. Even if he wanted a brief reprieve, he couldn't jump through the air for the breeze, glinting steel in the desert sun would basically be a beacon for anyone keeping an eye out for them. So he suffered silently, Keeping his helmet off and hood on for as long as possible. 

Not that he managed to keep his helmet off for long these past few days. It seemed like they were beset by blightbeasts near constantly, as though they were wading through a sea of them alongside the desert. Sand clung to sweat and got caught in nearly every joint of his armor. The sand didn't stifle his range of motion, but the constant gritting of sand between steel was never a comfortable feeling. 

On their third day they finally found something other than blightbeasts. For once, Galahad was glad that the Valheim had to deal with the blasted creatures. Less work for the Kirins, and if they were lucky, maybe a beast or two would help cut the Valheim numbers down to size. One could hope anyway. Any hope of a quick cleanup was quickly dashed with the presence of Valheim's own monster- a armor clad man towering over even he. 

[color=lightblue]"What the hell is that thing?!"[/color] Galahad cursed as the thing struck. Not only was it large and powerful, it was fast, getting into the middle of their formation like it was nothing. It brushed off blows and magic like it was nothing. Galahad grabbed Eliane by the collar and was in the middle of pulling her back to her feet before a short swing caught Galahad and broke open his guard. The giant samurai lunged for the kill. Galahad's eyes widened, his grip tensing around his halberd as he attempted to both push Eliane out of the way and move his weapon to block a mortal strike before Izayoi parried it on their behalf. 

Galahad grunted a curse before he too dived in with his own offensive, leaping over Izayoi as the man shoved her back with an overhead stab of his own. Shifting his halberd at the last moment, the monster's blade clashed against the haft of his halberd, the resulting force smacking Galahad back down into the sand as though he weighed nothing. 

[color=lightblue]"Get the wagon and birds back! Get some distance"[/color] Galahad bellowed as he quickly righted himself. His eyes caught the two samurai adopting the similar pose- his mind quickly recalling their first fight in the sea of grasses. Armored or not, that sword could cleave through them if he got a clean hit. 

[color=lightblue]"He's about to strike! Get ready! "[/color] Galahad called out, [color=lightblue]"Magic and Missiles, hit him from the flank or from below, avoid friendly fire!"[/color]  

Catching Eliane's eye, Galahad's gaze quickly flitted to her rifle before pointing at the monster's sword hand. [color=lightblue]"Cripple him! If he gets a good swing on any of us, we're dead."[/color] Galahad grunted. He'd fought samurai before- but none had been quite this big or well armored. They had to be careful, but they couldn't let him dictate the pace of the fight. 

[color=lightblue]"Multiple angles, get around his guard!"[/color] Galahad called as he took a step back and leaped high into the air. Shifting his body to control his rate of fall, Galahad shifted his weapon in his hands, aiming to fall on top of the thing as soon as it finished its first swing.