[center][h2]Krunk Fortress, Courtyard[/h2]
[sub]WOW FREE BALL, NEW HIGH SCORE[/sub][/center]

Zerraf scratched the flesh of his neck as the final krunklet launched into the air. He leaned over his palm and squinted. With all of this fire, things were starting to get heated up. A tracing eye fell on Spike as he escaped to the other side of the courtyard, taking note of his position. Afterward, Zerraf sauntered over to where Drake and Jenso were standing. Jenso had noted Drake's wounds, and a slow adjustment of Zerraf's head noted the same injuries.

[color=ed1c24]"Oy-yo. We could go to that room of convenient potions."[/color]

Zerraf looked to the lush grass on the ground, ribbons of tangible wind returning to his finger tips. The currents splayed the grass in paths, creating a windy day when there was none. His eye lids drooped, nearly closing.

[color=ed1c24]"Eh, you two can go. I'll wait here."[/color]

With that, the wind mage would roll into a laying position, placing his left arm behind his head. The sun reflected against the skin of his eyelids, and his chest calmly rose up and down.