[center][h2]Lord Krunk's Quarters[/h2]
[sub][b]Lord Krunk[/b][/sub][/center]

	Lord Krunk glanced at Zeraph as he announced his name from beneath his ornate, flattened helmet that matched the circumference of his armor better than any other. His glowing yellow eyes were like diamonds, shifting erratically towards Jenso, as he announced that they were there to 'kick his ass' or something. Kick HIS ass?

	[color=gray]"Kick [b]my[/b] ass? You little dimwits aint a match for deh mighty Lord Krunk!"[/color] Krunk announced, lifting himself from his seat. [color=gray]"Lets show dese interlopers what-for!"[/color]

	With that, Krunk brandished a shiny yellow ring on his right hand momentarily, just as the dragon-like man was about to attack him.

	[color=gray]"Let's go!"[/color]

	[center][h1][u]Boss[/u]
~Lord Krunk~[/h1]
[sup]The Rolling Tyrant[/sup][/center]

	Drake's flaming projectile hit Lord Krunk's armor head-on, but as the smoke clear, there wasn't even a burn mark on his suit of grey steel. [color=gray]"Bwahaha! Is dat it, lizard boy?"[/color] Krunk mocked, suddenly stepping forward. In what looked like a trip, Krunk fell forward and retracted him limbs, rolling towards Drake at a fairly slow speed. It was kind of surprising to see that fat fuck capable of any movement at all!

	Spike eyed Zeraph, and immediately dashed into a roll towards the Red-mage, with his massive spike at the ready. Several feet before striking him though, he catapulted himself upwards using his spike as a pole-vault like he had done earlier, and aimed to impale Zeraph, not taking into account his wall of wind.