[center][h2]Krunk Fortress, Courtyard[/h2]
[sub]Much speed[/sub][/center]

Zerraf nodded at Jenso's suggestion, finding a common ground with his enthusiastic opposite. His leather shoes scuffed against grass as he shuffled into the courtyard. His hand rummaged into his pocket pointlessly. The mage's blinks slowed further and further as Spike droned on. The dragon garnered an eyebrow raise. No, what interested Zerraf the most at the moment was Spike's proposition of being a 'right hand' to someone.

[color=ed1c24]"Eyyy...wait, but Lord Funk is dead?"[/color]

Zerraf scratched his head, attempting to figure out the situation. Before the hamster could turn the wheel, though, Jenso sprang into action by launching fire balls at Spike. The red mage supported well. Throwing his left arm in a pinwheel motion, a visible current formed in front of the duo. Howling winds caused grass to wane away from them, shaking in order to hold to the ground. The fire balls, as they passed through the wall, doubled in speed as they careened towards their target. The wall was two-sided: objects gained speed through their side, and lost speed from the other.