[center][h2]Krunk Fortress[/h2]
[sub]Sleepless giant[/sub][/center]

The shrieking reached a maximum volume as the handle of a rapier collided with Zerraf's left, open palm. Fully intact, the blade appeared not to have just been blown to pieces. It was made of mettle for sure (PUNS). The wind mage tapped Krink with the tip of his shoe, rolling the turtle about for a moment, before retracting his foot. A low grumble came from his mask as he trudged away towards the Krunk mobile, stomping, effort in each step. He held his rapier as one may a great club, resting on his shoulder in a laze fashion. Swinging side to side, Zerraf reached his pillow. It was intact yet, 1200-thread and goose down. He sheathed his rapier and picked up the pillow. He coddled the floof with his cheek, closing his eyes, his grumbling becoming a hum. Before he turned, he noticed a trail of blood leading away. Turning his head, curious, he followed.

Zerraf reached an open crate, and inside was the woman from earlier. Who was she? So familiar. A sparkle in Zerraf's eyes. He place the pillow down and clenched his left fist, pulling towards him. The blood in her stained clothes and underneath her became part of a cyclone that made it's way out of the box, and in a grassy area about ten feet out. Once there was little blood left, Zerraf tapped her shoulder forward, and the pillow floated in-between the space of her back and the hard wood. With that, Zerraf turned back, a sparkle in his eye fading as his boots tread over an incapacitated Krink. A low grumbling could be heard coming from his mask as he entered the gates.