Galahad Caradoc
Like lightning and thunder, spell and man crashed down on the revenant, Galahad's halberd striking true, even as the rest of the party bombarded the creature from all angles. However, Galahad had not even a moment to check the impact of his blow before he was unceremoniously tossed away, the armored Dragoon tumbling into the sands as the creature roared in defiance.
As he quickly righted himself, Galahad found himself staring at three images of the revenant, flickering with speed that didn't seem possible with his size and strength. They were surrounded on all angles. He'd hardly registered Izayoi's command as he braced himself for a death stroke. He couldn't see what was happening next, only hear- and occasionally felt, as one or two swings came in too close, sundering cloth and steel. In that moment he realized why his father hated Izayoi so.
For the first time, in a long time, Galahad realized that he was afraid. How was he supposed to face and win against that? Even now, with all his fame and noteriety, he was hardly the warrior his father was. Even now, he relied on the strengths of his party to supplement what he lacked. To be called Dragonslayer almost felt like a mockery in the face of such speed and strength.
Izayoi was going to kill the revenant on her own.
Or so was Galahad's thought. The sight of the mystrel samurai being cut down brought Galahad back into the present. He forced himself to move, even as Rudolf intercepted the oncoming revenant, interposing himself between them for a masterful block, the energy from his limit break causing the sand around them to billow and swirl. The young monster slayer had the right idea.
"Everyone up! Now!" Galahad barked as he leaped towards the revenant, not content to give it even a second to think through its actions. "Miina! Help Izayoi! Everyone else stay in the fight!"
With Izayoi down and Rudolf blocking for her, Galahad currently had the heaviest weapon to bare down on this monster. Planting his feet at the last minute, Galahad flipped his weapon and jabbed the point at the back of revenant's knee. Pushing off of him, Galahad used the momentum to backstep and twisted, sliding his hands down to the very end of his weapon to give it the most length and weight he could, delivering a vicious overhead swing down onto its injured shoulder.
"Kirins!" Galahad bellowed. "Cut him down!"