[center][h2]Krunk Fortress, Lobby[/h2]
[sub]You know sometimes I don't know what to put for these title things and the effort's not worth it right now[/sub][/center]

Caught off guard by being detected so easily in the shroud, Zerraf struggled about in the grasp of Lord Funk. He hadn't expected the General to find him in the dark. Hanging upside-down like a bat in a cave, the wind mage almost found it comfortable enough to doze off here. It might've been the blood rushing to his head, but he could get used to this. The funky fresh rhymes, the groovy rhythm, they were a modern sort of lullaby. His left arm wrapped around his body cloak wing and his body went limp for a time. 

...lush pillows

Zerraf's eyes widened for the for the first time in years. 

[color=ed1c24]"EY-EY. Those pillow are m-"[/color]

Just after, a frequency resonating with his bones began to shatter his legs. The wind mage's cry of pain was not great but a groan. It was a monotonous, low groan that could be mistaken for the purr of a lion. Zerraf the wind mage clenched his left fist and then exposed his palm, fingers flayed out. He woke up to expand the air rapidly directly behind Lord Funk: Sonic Boom. He hoped the maneuver was disorienting enough to loosen Lord Funk's grip and escape, and if not, he would continue until it was. After he was free, he had a plan to execute, but he had to reach his bag of tricks first. Currently, it was crushed against his body.