[center][h2]Krunk Fortress, Lobby[/h2]
[sub]Hey Jenso carry the team, because Lord Funk just DISINTEGRATED MY ANKLES. Anyone got a bandaid?[/sub][/center]

Zerraf's body fell as a large poster might to the ground, arcs of swooping wind carrying him to the group. The ground accepted him silently. His monotonous groan continued as he attempted to put support onto his feet: no use. The wind mage wasn't capable enough to fly or even hover at this point in time, so he was left with rolling as transportation. 

[color=ed1c24]"You'd leave the dance floor so soon?"[/color] Zerraf said, albeit roughly.

And still his slow blinking and occasional yawn continued, head slowly falling side to side. His half-open eyes traced the direction to where Lord Funk was heading. A sloth hand reached precariously into a bag latched to his side. He pulled out five shuriken, and with a flick of his wrists they began to hum. Air seemed to evaporate off of the metal. Reeling as a top, Zerraf let the shuriken fly and his side collided with the ground. The shuriken flew as a hive mind, crossing between, over and around each other towards Lord Funk. They were special, magically capable of storing certain spells. On collision, they would unleash a sonic boom, and could continue to attack so long as they weren't destroyed or pinned of momentum.

And in the midst of those sonic booms, as the hive of weaponry battled Lord Funk, Zerraf would be the first to notice a faint shrieking begin to crescendo.