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SPIRITUM

Gerard Biserus

"Wait Kali-" Any further protests by the snake oil salesman was quickly cut off by Kalina's blade snipping his tracheal artery. Hands grasped at his throat, as though he were attempting to keep the blood from spilling out of his throat. He gurgled something that was probably something along the lines of 'Fucking bitch', but his final words were hardly audible to any but the most adept ears in the vicinity.

Gerard tutted in annoyance as he quickly took a step back, scowling as a splatter of blood found it's way onto the hem of his pants. "Dammit Kali." Gerard grumbled, shaking off what blood he could, proverbially and literally washing his hands of the situation, grabbing an armfull of hand weapons as a consolation. "What a waste of mist, I shouldn't have even bothered healing him. Why bother burying him? just torch him with the RV."

Making his way over to the truck, Gerard tuned in just in time to watch Collette cock a confused eyebrow at Justice and Silje. "I-I don't understand." Collette replied, watching Silje point to seemingly random spots around her in bewilderment. "What do you mean leaking? Humans don't leak mist- that implies-" The young princess nervously took a step back as Silje implied keeping her and turning her into a war machine. "W-wait a minute-"

"Well this trip just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it? More party favors for you, boss." Gerard drawled, handing Justice some half dozen of assorted weapons for her ever growing and shrinking arsenal of throwaway tools. _{"Warhammer, tactical tomahawk, another breaching axe- oh, two actually, rifle, big pointy stick, cavalry saber- how archaic, why are did he even buy that..."}

"This is the first I've heard of this." Collette insisted, "My father had assigned me some of the best tutors available when it came to using magic- surely one of them would've noticed-"

"Or maybe they're just not as good as we are." Gerard interrupted with a wink, "Though I'll be honest, until you pointed it out, to me it just looked like you're poking at air." Gerard shrugged.

"Does this change the plan any? We were always going to have to be sneaky with her anyway- now we just need to be sneakier." Glancing back at the wreck, Gerard shrugged. "Sooner we hand her off to Veld's spooks, the better, I say."

Regalia

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_{[Location] Arosa City, Estren
[Time] Saturday, 08:00 PM}

Sirens blared.

Festival time combined with the dry season made for one hell of a tinderbox. In large metropolitan areas like Arosa, it was often even worse. There was always somebody in one of the high-rise skyscrapers that thought it would be a good idea to light lanterns and let them fly out of their windows. Usually the lanterns flew right into the sky. Other times, they sunk, and as the wind howled through the city corridors, the burning lantern would inevitably fall into somebody else's lap- or in this case, window. In the countryside, fires were dangerous because there were often not enough responders to properly handle the widespread fire. In the cities, fire was dangerous because it was hard for fire rescue vehicles to navigate through the choked streets, and even more difficult for them to reach fires some 15 stories into the air.

This particular fire had been raging for some twenty minutes now. The unfortunate artisan's studio served as a perfect source of kindling and now the fire practically engulfed the entire floor. Fire services had already cordoned off the nearby block, and helicopters with water drops were in the midst of attempting to settle the fire, but the raging inferno threatened to collapse the building in its entirety. News reporters crowded the cordon line and a small army of firefighters were currently streaming in and out of the building, carrying in portable extinguishers and people in and out as necessary. The building itself had been mostly cleared out, but there were still a few unfortunate souls trapped within the blaze.

For Akamu, it was the wrong place at the wrong time. He'd been in the middle of picking out gifts for Laura, when the building had suddenly caught fire. Akamu crawled across the floor of the burning building, a scorched gift bag in one hand, a half conscious woman in the other. Following the moving winds led him to an open window, the young Regalia stuck his head out to gauge the drop. All in all, not that bad of a fall. Grabbing a fallen spar of wood, Akamu hefted the thing and used it to clear the broken glass from the window. A news helicopter seemed to notice him and a bright spotlight shone in his face.

”Hey, hold on alright?!” Akamu bellowed over the roaring flames behind him, as he slung the woman onto his shoulder. Coughing and sputtering in the smoke, the woman grabbed at his shoulder. ”W-wait you're not-” There was a collective gasp from the crowds below as the Regalia leaped out of a fifteenth story window. Wind rushed around his face and his eyes watered as they tumbled through the air. On the ground below them, one of the firetrucks fell on its side and a news van was pushed as pillars of stone shot out of the ground. The first pillar missed and hit the building, but the second one was angled perfectly, and formed a ramp for Akamu to land on and slide down.

There was no small amount of fanfare as the Regalia landed in the waiting arms of fire rescue below, as firefighters began to stream up the stone ramp to put out the rest of the fire. The rest of the evening was a mass of hectic press, pictures and videos of Akamu heading back into the building to help continue fighting the fire.

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_{[Location] Landow, Estren
[Time] Sunday, 06:00 AM
[Mentions] @Teyao@Mirandae}

It was something of a small miracle that Akamu was able to wake up at the crack of dawn for the ceremony. In this case anyway, the miracle took on the form of half a dozen assistants and security personnel forcing open his door. Waking up before the sun was high in the sky was an odd feeling for an Accadian- especially southern ones. They were used to late starts and late ends to their day, but on days like today, it seemed like Akamu would have to accommodate the rest of the world. The preparation for the the Festival itself wasn't a huge deal for Akamu, other than people doing his hair for him, he looked more or less like he always did, an oversized hoodie over a pair of board shorts and a tanktop. It took some convincing to trade his sandals for actual shoes, but they reasoned that he'd be walking a lot today, so begrudgingly Akamu opted for a pair of high top sneakers and socks.

It wasn't the first time Akamu had been to Landow- during the stormy season, the surfing conditions were actually quite great, though for some reason Accadia was never particularly keen with the Regalia going abroad, especially not on a whim like he usually did. Still, Akamu strode through the lantern lit streets with a sense of familiarity, broad grins and smiles as people ran up to him. Though perhaps exasperating for his security, Akamu made over half a dozen stops a street, taking selfies, photos, and signing an assorted variety of clothes. By the time the rest of the world woke up, social media would likely be filled with dozens of photos of the beaming Regalia, both of him at Landow as well as on the headlines in Arosa.

Unsurprisingly, the Regalia of Titan was a bit late to the opening Ceremony, though the MCs, having likely predicted such an occurrence, had not scheduled him to walk up until the latter half of the ceremony. The officials organizing the shrine to Titan had a bit of an annoyed look on their faces, though Akamu didn't know why. He merely strode up to the center of Titan's shrine and waved at the people as he was introduced. Of those he'd seemingly won favor with, half of them seemed to be athletes of all types of sports, as well as a few that had heard of his antics over at Arosa the night prior. While some Regalia offered soft words or praises and prayer for devotees, and others answered questions and provided alms, the Regalia of Titan mostly just offered vibes. Already, in the early hours of the morning, cacophonous laughter echoed from the small shrine to Titan as Akamu mostly just regaled his devotees with stories and jokes.

As the crowds eventually filtered on towards the next Regalia, Akamu took the opportunity to slip away, making a beeline to the shrine of his fellow Accadian and the Regalia of Nature. With both her security detail around her, and his approaching, it was hardly 'sneaking', and very few were not aware of his presence as he found the young Regalia finishing up a conversation with one of her devotees. Seizing the opportunity, Akamu bounded up the last few steps and swept up the blonde Regalia in a bear hug, the difference in height causing her to lift well into the air. Their now combined security detail looked at each other and shared in the shaking of heads. Akamu and Laura's friendship had been well documented at this point, and their respective security details had been briefed that this might happen, though it wouldn't stop the headache and paperwork that was bound to be headed their way after.

"There she is!" Akamu's voice was a booming bass drum of laughter and jubilance, spinning the smaller woman back and forth a moment before he set her back down on the ground. "Missed me kaikuahine?" Reaching into his pack, Akamu retrieved what appeared to be a plushie, and pushed it into her arms. A seal, a bit chubby with a head about the size of the rest of its body, though with a notable scorchmark on its rear. "Oh, sorry about the- well, what happened was- ah its a long story, I'll tell you about it later Kika." The big Regalia chuckled.

Turning, Akamu noticed that a man had approached them- or rather more specifically Laura in an attempt to speak with her. He didn't exactly have the look of one of her devotees, but Akamu was never one to judge. "Oh, my apologies friend!" The Regalia chuckled in good nature, but at the very least seeming genuinely apologetic. "I didn't mean to interrupt." Taking a half step back, Akamu gestured to the man, "Don't mind me, pretend I'm not here!

Regalia

Oops, looks like I'm the last one! Should be done today!

Tales Of Endoroth (A Slice Of Life MMO Roleplay)

Will try to get a post out soon. In the middle of packing up my place. If I don't get anything up in time, assume Bear-Rath is just smacking things with his claws, generally putting himself between the big boss and the party

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Galahad Caradoc

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Galahad barely had the opportunity to blink before Izayoi interjected herself into his and Valon's duel, the ringing clang of steel reverberating across the deck. It gave him the opportunity he needed to collect himself, Valon's words proving his fears right, Valheim was supplying him with some sort of help. Valon was a talented Dragoon, no doubt, but something about his strikes felt heavier than they should've, there was no way he could've grown so much in so little time otherwise. Though Galahad didn't have much time to ponder as the water and boat shook, vicious naga heads appearing as the Siren took to the battle in earnest.

He cursed himself as he caught his footing, Izayoi was right- he was so focused on his duel that he'd neglected everything else happening around them. He trusted the Kirins to be able to fight, and in that regard, they'd done their jobs admirably, but the Valheimr were crafty, using their mobility and range to harry the party from well out of reach of their melee fighters. The water rushing across the decks did little to make things better for them, wild sprays buffeting and threatening to wash the Kirins and their allies away.

Glancing up, Galahad saw the incoming Naga head, Rudolf attached to its base with his blade. Looking back at Izayoi, Galahad moved before he spoke. Armored gauntlets grabbed the Mystrel woman's attention as Galahad tumbled onto his back and shoulders, bringing his legs in and pressing his feet against her.

"There!" Galahad shouted, his halberd pointing at the Rudolf and the Naga heads above them before he braced himself against the ground and kicked his feet as though he were jumping. Wood splintered and Galahad's shoulder strained as Izayoi was launched clear into the air high above the beasts on a trajectory that would take her past the young Rudolf.

"You must have a death wish Caradoc!" Valon taunted him, diving towards the prone Kirin with his spear, only to stop mid charge as Esben's bullet cracking against the metal of his armor, hitting his shoulder and sending him tumbling. The armor bore the brunt of the damage, but gave Galahad enough time to recover to his feet and bring his polearm to bear.

"Eliane!" Galahad's voice cracked like thunder over the din of battle, he glanced at the Skael woman gleefully laying down fire with her newly obtained weapon. He pointed an armored finger at the flying faux-dragoons, peppering away at the Kirins and the crew from on high. "Shift focus! Nail the fliers! Crew! Cover her!"

There was a ring of steel against steel as Valon and Galahad continued their duel in earnest, the younger Dragoon leaping at him again with the spear. His strikes were faster and harder than Galahad remembered, the more experienced Dragoon only managing to hold himself even with the traitor.

"You look like you're getting tired Galahad, perhaps it's time to retire?" Valon laughed, slipping underneath Galahad's guard and lunging with his spear. Galahad grunted and cursed in agony as the heavy dragon killing spear punched clean through his armor, nailing his shoulder to the mast. As Valon attempted to wrench the spear out to deliver a killing blow, Galahad found his opportunity. Galahad's gauntlet clad fist held the spear fast, driving it deeper into his shoulder as he lifted off the ground and drop kicked the traitor Dragoon, the full force of his legs caving in Valon's chest plate and sending the Dragoon flying across the deck.

"Neve!" Galahad's voice strained as he attempted to pull the Valon’s spear out of his shoulder, his blue gauntlet now stained red.

Regalia

I'll try to get a post out tomorrow or tonight

Regalia

<Snipped quote by Mirandae>

I do like these a lot. Though this is my intrepretatioms of them.

Neon is like "oh, it is you again?" in that demure look.
Akuma and Laura are like "Yeah!" and really happy go lucky. Accadia pride!
Cassiel is like "This is my practice makes perfect portrait sculptured casual look"
Matthias has that really intense stare as if a star in an action movie.
Lisabeth has a polite smile with bemusement as she just saw you doing something dumb.
Yrkhala is that goth on school portrait day or a police line up.
Nyx looks like she is contemplating the best way to devour your soul.

@Silly

Aloha! Accadia takes it easy 🤙

Regalia

@Mirandae Holodecks seem kinda like a sort of augmented reality device, probably a type of portable advanced computer and headset to interact with internet via holograms displayed over their headsets- kinda reminds me of cyberdecks from Shadowrun

Vibroblade is a blade that vibrates. From star wars and other Sci fi media, it vibrates (at times fast enough to heat the blade and make it glow) to make cutting attacks more deadly/devastating. Sci-fi-ify your standard sword!

Regalia

Akamu Lafaele,

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_{P R E S E N C E}

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Bold, boistrous, at times literally larger than life, wherever Akamu goes, it's hard not to notice him. Generally amicable and carefree, Akamu's rumbling laugh is regularly meme'd throughout Accadia, and the image of his impressive (and usually shirtless) physique and pearly white smile commonly adorns tourism advertisements, billboards, and even calenders for the Resort City of Kalani. Overflowing with confidence and optimism in abundance, it seems to be practically impossible to bring his spirits down. He regularly refers to others by shortened nicknames, often incorporating elements of islander monikers and lingo into his speech.

Like many Accadian islanders, Akamu is easygoing to a fault, effortlessly relaxed and unflappable in the face of most hardship, seemingly having a calming effect on people wherever he goes. Not to say he never takes things seriously, and Akamu certainly has his moments of concentration and seriousness, but for the most part seems to take the punches as they come easily, and embodies the idea of 'go with the flow'. Exceedingly rare is the sight of an angry Akamu, and the terrifying, literally earthshaking wrath that follows.

While supportive of the common people and their struggles, it is rather obvious that Akamu's sympathies begin to wane quickly when corporations get involved. While rarely ever outright aggressive towards corporate interests, Akamu displays a blatant disregard and disdain towards many of their endeavors. This is especially the case when it comes to the mining and acquisition of Crystals, which he staunchly disapproves of- though admits their necessity for many lives around the world. Attuned to nature and the world around him, Akamu prefers to keep things simple, and while not a luddite, is abysmally bad with technology, failing at all but the simplest tasks- outside of social media anyway, which he appears to be rather adept with.

Akamu avidly engages in sports and athleticism of every kind, though he is a particularly avid surfer. Along with his presence on social media, Akamu has cemented himself as the archetypical 'surfer bro', often being one of the first results when searched online. He has a love for many of the simpler things in life, and is content to drink and laugh with just about anyone. He enjoys music and dance of all kinds and is a big party animal. A rather simple man, Akamu finds a sort of purity and vicarious happiness when witnessing those who earnestly pursue their interests.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Akamu has quite a positive relationship with both his primary Dominant, Titan, and the Dominant of Nature, Gaia. More surprising is his popularity among followers of Leviathan.

_{C H R O N I C L E}

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Akamu was born in the small village Akta in the rural areas outside of the self named Kalani City, on the island of Kalani. Akamu spent the vast majority of his early life and childhood as a follower of Leviathan. It was a surprise then, when at the young age of 12, Akamu was revealed to be blessed to be the Regalia of the Dominant, Titan. The details of how he became blessed are largely unknown, but popular legends tell the tale of a young village boy coming across a traveler who had been pinned underneath a landslide while hiking across through one of the less popular mountain trails. Titan, perhaps intrigued by the sight of a boy attempting to lift a rock many times his size, or simply impressed by his courage took an interest in him. As the boy prayed to Leviathan to help him find a way to help the man, Titan came to him and laughed, asking him what the Great Serpent might have been be able to do for him so far away from the sea. Amused by the boy, or impressed by his answers, Titan decided to offer his blessing, granting the boy the strength to save others. Now with the strength of Titan, the boy was able to lift the mountain and saved the man. The story has become something of a local fable in recent times. Akamu's story is often told across the Accadian islands as a tale to inspire courage and bravery in young children.

As a child of a rather inconsequential village, it was rather easy for the Accadian Government to assume stewardship over Akamu. While a capable learner, and easily capable of causing destruction, Akamu's lax attitude did little to make him a proper soldier- though that wouldn't stop the Accadian Government from making him a public servant. A defender of the people, Akamu raises the spirits of Accadians as a firefighter and conservationist for Kalani City, having notably been responsible for putting a stop to a terrible forest wildfire that threatened the city some 4 years ago.

As a Regalia, Akamu is generally well known by most Accadians, and is extremely popular among Southern Accadian Islanders, often regarded as a local hero. Akamu is notable for using his earth magic to aid in the expansion and revitalization many of the diminished farming areas around the islands, which in turn has allowed for a reduction in the amount of overfishing used to compensate.

Akamu's Dominant form has only been revealed once since his blessing, during what the Accadian Government has now labeled a terror attack. During what amounted to a foreign entity's attempt to kidnap Laura Genevieve, a recently realized fellow Regalia, not an insignificant amount of damage was done to the surrounding land and people. The sight threw Akamu into a rage, resulting in him taking on his Dominant form, in which he used powerful earth magic and overwhelming strength to (literally) bury the attackers. To this day, no Government has claimed responsibility for the attack, and is one of the few times Akamu has regretted having his power. Following the attack, Akamu spending the next several months working tirelessly to restore the land he'd destroyed in the process.

_{H O M E}

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Akamu hails from the island of Kalani, one of the largest islands nestled within the Gulf of Accadia. Aktu, his home village is a small fishing and farming town just outside of the greater Kalani Metropolitan area. The island itself is rather mountainous, dominated by a set of volcanoes in the center, with the vast majority of its population centers focused by the coast and its surrounding lowlands. Southern Accadia- particularly its islands possess a strong culture of spiritualism and community. Respect of nature and of people are among some of the most extolled values, with many often seeking balance between spiritualism and modernity. Generally warm, friendly and modest, most Accadian Islanders are often worshippers and followers of Leviathan and Gaia, though as of recent times, worship of Titan has seen a noticeable rise.

Tourism makes up most of the island economy, for better or worse, and Kalani City in particular has become quite popular for both its world class luxury resorts and the chance to see a real life Regalia walking around the streets. Clashes between modern ideals and more traditional ones are becoming more commonplace, as the rampant commercialism has begun eroding the natural ecosystem and more or less spit in the face of many islanders' spiritual values. Outside the cities, rural Accadians generally remain friendly, but are more cautious towards outsiders and tourists, with some small groups of traditionalists being outright hostile towards who they see as trespassers who trample upon their lands and values.

Perhaps expected of those that live on islands, Southern Accadians have a particularly strong maritime culture, regularly engaging in fishing for food, sport and export. Unsurprisingly, activities involving water- sailing, swimming, surfing, are all incredibly popular amongst Accadians Islanders. Most Islanders learn to swim shortly after they learn to walk, and while not capable of breathing underwater, many are able to hold their breaths for extended periods of time compared to other humans. Charms, jewelry and traditional tools are often made from fishbone, shark teeth, pearls, and other seaborne entities. Leviathan Fangs- traditional daggers made from serpent teeth are particularly popular among youths and tourists as trinkets and souvineers.

_{T R I V I A}

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Likes:

• Surfing, Fishing, Sailing, Skydiving - Basically most activities that would get one's heart pumping or are related to the ocean or beach
• Music, Dance and Parties - Obviously
• Nature and Spiritualism - Perhaps surprisingly
• Sushi

Dislikes:

• Sitting still for too long
• Liars and cheats
• Megacorps and corporate entities- particularly those involved in the mining industry

Unassorted:

• Akamu is perhaps unabashedly a bit of a hypocrite: While often condemning those that do what he feels is wrong, he is more than happy to turn a blind eye to the activities of those that he trusts or cares about.
• Kalani City prints a yearly Regalia-themed Calender with his likeness on it. Copies of the calendars sell out fast and have become something of a collector's item.
• Akamu's has a considerable social media following, and regularly vlogs or takes photos of many of his activities
• Akamu's love of hiking has unintentionally been misinterpreted as a method of worship to Titan. Every year, hundreds of followers of Titan will visit Kalani to hike up the mountain trail to pray to the Dominant. According to Akamu, Titan (probably) finds this quite entertaining.

_{S O C I A L}

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Laura Genevieve, Regalia of Gaia - One of the other Regalia from Accadia, Akamu views her much like an adoptive younger sister, and commonly refers to her as such. Following the attack several years ago, Akamu is fiercely protective of her. Akamu dotes on the younger Regalia, often showering her with gifts when they meet on occasions like holidays or birthdays.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Galahad Caradoc

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The relative peace of their trip could only go so far- as it seemed, all good things had to come to the end. The call of an incoming attack wasn't exactly a surprise at this point, but Galahad would've been lying if he'd hoped they'd managed to get away. If anything, the appearance of a Valheim airship just solidified how extremely advanced they were in comparison to the vast majority of what their continent had regularly available.

Quickly pulling on his armor, strode out to the deck of the ship with as the rest of the Kirins began to filter out, helmet in the crook of his arm, halberd sharpened and poised for battle in his other. He expected the airship to fly over them before dropping a clutch of soldiers. It was a surprise then, when Galahad caught a glimpse of steel, a man crashing down from the sky landing within inches of Izayoi with a strike hard enough to crack the deck.

Dragoon

Galahad stared at the purple armored knight in clear shock, clearly not expecting a Dragoon to have came out of a valheim ship. To make it worse, a mockery of his own martial traditions followed the offending Dragoon, some score of Valheim faux-dragoons leaping out on powered machines to meet them as well. To make matters worse, Galahad recognized the armor. Before he even spoke or lifted his visor. It was Valon. He spoke with the same casual candor that Galahad remembered from their time together during the war. Valon was- to Galahad's knowledge a loyal and faithful soldier of Edren, so why was he here? With Valheim, no less. His nonchalant turn of phrase did little for Galahad but to stoke his anger.

"Traitorous scum." Galahad spat, pulling his own helmet on over his head. "You and I both." The Dragoon snorted to Izayoi, the anger he felt overriding and keeping at bay whatever subtle chanting was threatening to dull his senses- at least for the moment.

He barely registered what Valon had said to Rudolf- Shilage- apparently. Galahad recognized the name, but he'd already packaged the words into another compartment in his mind to be dealt with later. Galahad was already in the air, diving towards Valon even as the other Dragoon jumped at Rudolf. The harsh clash of steel against steel echoed as polearms crashed, purple and blue dragoons crashing into the deck. A wide sweep was caught with a with the back of another, Valon stepping forward to shove Galahad back with a kick to the chest.

"I always wondered which of us was better, Caradoc." Valon laughed as he swung their polearms crashed together a second time, a powerful pull and push threatening to throw Galahad off balance. Galahad was surprised, he didn't remember Valon being that strong. "I'm disappointed Galahad! I don't remember you being this weak!" The purple Dragoon taunted him twisting the head of his spear and grabbed the neck pushing the sharpened edge and driving it into Galahad's side, the accursed song beginning to slow Galahad's instincts. The cold metal bit into his armor, warmth and pain quickly flowing in as Galahad managed to kick him off.

Without missing a step, Galahad countered, quick, but hefty twirling blows from his heavier weapon breaking apart Valon's guard. The younger Dragoon cursed as Galahad's axe blade went to cave in his skull, ducking in time for Galahad's axe to clip the pointy top of his helm, tearing the helmet off of him. Valon flashed an angry glare at him, Galahad taken aback for a moment as he swore he could've seen something pulsing in the younger dragoon's veins, an unnatural, faintly purple glow.

"What have they done to you?" Galahad asked, sidestepping out of the way as Valon made a short leap and stab, spear tip piercing the deck. Galahad countered with a leap of his own, soaring high up into the sky. Valon jumped up after him, but Galahad caught himself midair, a swing of his halberd against the mast suddenly arresting his momentum. Galahad kicked out with his foot, driving the armored boot into the sternum of the rising dragoon, sending the man careening back into the deck with a mighty crash. Galahad pushed off the mast, bringing his halberd to bear as he dove down on the fallen Dragoon, but was tackled out of the air by one of Valon's faux-dragoons. Edreni and Valheim Dragoons crashed into the deck, giving the purple dragon knight time to recollect himself.

"Close! But not quite Caradoc!" Valon taunted him, wicked spear twirling in his hands as he prepared for another leap towards Galahad.