[center][h2]Krunk Fortress, Lobby[/h2]
[sub]Ale Dragon[/sub][/center]

Zerraf positioned himself behind the flaming finger with a lagging sidestep, putting it between himself and the rolling ball man. The wind mage lifted his mask with his left hand. A keen eye could observe scars riddling a disfigured face before the storm. In a flash, cheeks drew inward as ale came spewing forth from his mouth into the flame. The alcohol combusted, creating a large cloud of gaseous, red heat being sent forward. The cloud metamorphosed, fire becoming fang and scale at high velocity. Propelled by wind and fire, the dragon collided with the armored ball man head on in a molten showdown. Smoke exploded from the crash and covered the wind mage's form, unfurling his bangs and forcing him to hold onto his wide-brim hat. Zerraf lowered his mask when the calm came. He would wait for something to emerge, whether that be parts of or a whole being. Jenso had taken evasive maneuvers immediately afterward. Given the time taken to cast the spell, Zerraf likely had no time to dodge if the spell or something else did not deviate the ball man's path.