[center][h2]Krunk Fortress, Lobby[/h2]
[sub]ARE YOU MOCKING ME!?[/sub][/center]

	The chocolate-draped soldier's hand shook even more violently, and he let out a cry of what sounded like unbound anguish. Really though, it was akin to a child's tantrum. "THIS IS NOT CHOCOLATE! IT'S EBONMIRE! EBONMIRE! AH, WHY CAN'T ANYONE RECOGNIZE THAT!?" Ebonmire was a rare metal that turned a dark chocolate brown when it was forged. Not many people really knew about it though. It was one of those obscure metals, and there wasn't nearly enough of it to go around. Hell, it was surprising to see somebody wearing a full suit of the stuff! How did he get ahold of Ebonmire? "YOU TWO ARE GOING TO FEEL THE WRATH OF GENERAL HORNS! BY COMMAND OF LORD KRUNK, YOU WILL BE CRUSHED!" Without delay, the large krunk-legionnaire, standing almost at the same height as Jenso unlike the smaller ball men, rushed towards him like a chocolate boulder. As the Ebonmire scraped against the ground though, it left behind a trail heated red stone behind it, and started to glow a bright brown in a line around its circumference. That was Ebonmire for you! It was known for it almost magical friction and ability to multiply heat as it ground against hard surfaces!

	Don't touch that shit without care, boys and girls.