[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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[color=lightblue]"Goug. We're lost, aren't we?"[/color]

Galahad barely had time to say anything before they had made one too many wrong turns and were now being faced down by a group of bandits. Twice their number, though perhaps only half of their arms and armor, the Kirins nonetheless found themselves waylaid by this group- demanding their- [i]something[/i]. Not that Galahad would've given them anything, but the bandits didn't even wait for a response before they begun their attack- it seemed these bandits were content to just loot their corpses instead of attempting any sort of extortion. A vein on Galahad's forehead pulsed, though unseen due to the helmet that covered his face.

[color=lightblue]"Is this really what you want to do?"[/color] Galahad asked them plainly, with a faint shrug as he unslung his pack and dropped it onto the cart, removing his halberd from its place on his shoulder. Rudolf was already getting stuck into the fight. On another day, Galahad might've been concerned with Rudi's apparent tonal shift, but honestly, Galahad's frustrations from the past few days had finally gotten the better of him- a part of him actually [i]looked forward[/i] to the fight. He needed to blow off some steam, and these bandits provided the perfect excuse. [color=lightblue]"Fine then. Your funeral."[/color]

With Rudolf having gotten behind them, that opened up the narrow alleyway at least a little bit for Galahad and Robin- though Galahad still wouldn't be able to make the wide sweeps he was used to with his halberd. To make matters worse, these bandits, while still just highwaymen, were no slouches- their footwork was fast and precise, their blades quick and nimble, an almost familiar feeling. They fought like professionals, they fought like Robin. Had they come across some poor band of travelers, or common guards, they'd likely make quick work of them. But unfortunately for them, the Kirins were no common sellswords. They were surrounded in a narrow pass, and the Dragoon had the only polearm around.

Galahad immediately put the reach of his weapon to good use, holding it at the end, and stabbing forward at the front of the group. Rapid, quick stabs and lunges with his massive halberd's spearpoint, and narrow swipes with the axe blade. Its weight alone was enough that these flimsy blades would've had difficulty guarding against it. The intent was simple- the bandits would either stand there and be stabbed, or be pushed backward into the cutting wheel that was Rudolf. Galahad shifted to the side, to allow Robin the ability to slip in where needed, but instead of doing his usual thing of jumping around the field, like a dragoon, Galahad seemed more than happy to stand where he was and tear into their lines. 

Perhaps a bit desperate, one of the ruffians attempted to slink in past Galahad's reach, narrowly deflecting a stab as he tried to close the distance and run Galahad through with his blade. A quick twist and twirl of Galahad's polearm was enough to knock the man off balance, enough for Galahad to step forward and twist, using a pushing kick to send the bandit flying into the wall. A moment later, the heavy axe of the halberd crashed into the wall, crushing and cleaving body and stonework alike.

[color=lightblue]"Lets wrap this up quickly."[/color] Galahad growled, the blade of his axe rasping against stone as he yanked it out of the wall.