[center][h2]Krunk Fortress, Lobby[/h2]
[sub]I think you'll need a bit more than a band-aid for that, bucko.[/sub][/center]

	Funk's legs flopped out of his armor near the end of one of his spins. He was now sitting, facing away from zerraf, with a pain passing through his eardrums. "Whoa-ho-oh-ohhhh.. You little punk! Get ready to feel the-" Funk stood up and hopped, landing back on his feet, facing Zerraf just as his shurikens were about to impact him. "...Funk?" The shurikens battered him once after another, not pushing him very far, but most certainly deafening the Funk-master within seconds of the repeated 'tinks' and 'booms' that resounded through his armor.

	[i]That's enough, time to show you who's buff,[/i] Funk though, propelling himself several feet off the ground. It didn't matter if the shuriken's followed, because what happened next made them somewhat irrelevant, despite that fact that they had already completely deafened the Funk-master and left a few dents in his silvery armor. "[b]Funky Flows![/b]" The little ball-man shouted, dropping back to the ground as if he'd suddenly gained several hundred pounds of weight. As he slammed back down, the shurikens were blown away by the shockwave that followed. A frequency echoed from his ear-holes and gauntlets specifically concocted to stop Zerraf's assault of bladed stars.

	Now Funk looked angry. Well, under his helmet, anyways. You really couldn't tell, actually! He was a pretty tough nut to crack!

	Meanwhile, Jenso's flamewhip successfully wrapped around horns. "HUH!?" Horns cried, but it was too late. His armor's mid-section began heating up. Suddenly him and Jenso had swapped places, and General Spike couldn't stop. With a loud, satisfying [i]SHRINK![/i] Horns was totally impaled by Spike's mighty horn of justice. Horns coughed up a whole lot of blood beneath his helmet, and Spike pushed himself off of his comrade, looking down at him irritably. "[SUB]O[/sub][sup]H[/sup] [SUB]N[/sub][sup]O[/sup][SUB]O[/sub][sup]O[/sup][SUB]O[/sub][sup]O[/sup][SUB]O[/sub][sup]O[/sup]..."

	"Damn it, Horns!" spike shouted, turning to Jenso. "You always were just a handicap!" Spike glared at Jenso through his grated helmet and clenched his fist. "You're going to pay for your intrusion, you hot-headed freak!"