[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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[color=lightblue]"Deserters sounds about right."[/color] Galahad nodded, hardly winded after the fight- more like a light warmup compared to the scraps they had been getting into recently. Neither Robin nor Rudolf looked any worse for wear either, not a wound on either of them- not that Galahad had expected any to begin with. On another day, these cutthroats might have found themselves a few Gil richer, but the Kirins were made of stouter stuff than what mere deserters and bandits would be able to throw at them. He looked down at his armor, and tapped the helmet on his head to make sure it was in fact on his head. Blue dragon scales, dragon motifs. [color=lightblue]"You'd think they'd notice a dragoon before they decided to rob us. Subtlety isn't necessarily a strong suit of mine."[/color]

The fact that the men fought like Robin wasn't lost on the bandits either, as they questioned why she fought like their leader? Boss? Former unit commander? Robin was quick to pounce on this as well, obviously upset that her old man's techniques were being used to do harm to innocents- in direct opposite to what looked to be every fiber of her being.

Perhaps notably, Galahad made no attempt to keep the peace this time, he neither attempted to lower Rudolf or Robin's weapons nor did he verbally accept their surrender, stepping forward with weapon in hand. His gruesome halberd remained out, though not at a guarded stance anymore, the spear tip almost lazily pointing at the nearest bandit as he approached. He used the proximity of Rudolf and his spear point to begin backing the men well out of reach of their weapons in case they tried anything funny.

[color=lightblue]"You'll answer my comrade's questions."[/color] Galahad's tone was amicable, but didn't really sound like a suggestion or request. [color=lightblue]"Quickly and truthfully, if you know what's good for you."[/color]

For some reason, Galahad felt some mild satisfaction at the thought of strongarming these weaker foes into following their will. Perhaps Galahad might've been shocked or worried by his own realization, but his patience for bullshit was well on its way towards beginning to run out. [color=lightblue]"You all were so chatty earlier. Please, do continue."[/color]