[center][h2]Newjinsland Central Square[/h2]
[sub]Krunklets... Assemble?[/sub][/center]

	The last krunklet's thick armor made it difficult to harm him at all, but the slash sent him flying into a nearby battalion of his fellow soldiers, knocking them aside and dazing every last one. The Krunklite turned to Eleanor who had gracefully face-planted the stage, somewhat conflicted on how to proceed. "Dr. Krink! Watch out!" The black armored soldier shouted to the golden soldier-doctor. Dr. Krink turned from his podium and fall backwards in fear, rolling onto his feet on the opposite edge of the stage.

"F-F-Forget her! Bring the captured civilians to the Krunk-Mobile! It's time to retreat!" Krink shouted. The Krunklite hesitantly nodded and ran off. If Eleanor were to look down from the stage, she would see a large array of captured civilians shoved into bags, and being pulled out of town.

[center][h2]Mole Tunnels[/h2]
[sub]Go! Now![/sub][/center]

"No time for question!" One of the mole men shouted, yanking Jenso and Reiley away by the collars of their shirts in an almost comedic fashion. "Need bring you to Lark! He know what do!"

Ainra's struggling was worthwhile, and the mole-man was quick to release he from her bag-prison. But with all her thrashing about, her savior was ultimately harmed, receiving quite the hearty bonk on the head. But before she could aid him, he urged her to follow his friend, Jenso, his fox friend, and Reiley.