Cloud cried out as Galahad struck him with his sword. Perhaps it was just in his head but the holy strike felt all the more powerful thanks to his leading with Dark Knight. Who could say. Still, the blow was strong enough to send him flying back and down to one knee. He braced himself against his own blade, debating his options.

He'd been watching everything going on, and they needed to cut down the Knight's numbers, but he was worried about hitting Arthur. Feeling the power surge through him he recalled the last time he called on it. It had been against a single foe and it was devastating. With the numbers now it was going to be a bit more risky, but it was a chance he'd have to take. He'd just have to hope he'd be lucky with this. And that the others could bring down Galahad if he himself was lucky.

"Meteorain," his voice was soft, but clear to all around him.

Standing up he raised his blade high, twirling it above his head. The wind began to whirl around him and then he leaped up into the air, raising his sword to strike. At the height of his jump the sword glimmered and he swung, calling down a swarm of meteors against the gathered knights.

'One more round,' he thought to himself, 'If you're still on your feet, do it next.'