[center][h2]Lord Krunk's Quarters[/h2]
[sub]My shield is my sword[/sub][/center]

Zerraf momentarily glanced at the passing ring, taking note of its brandishing by the false Lord. There had to be some importance to it, after all. Or maybe the wind mage was thinking too hard and just needed a nap. That was probably it. Interrupting this thought, though, came a fast-approaching Spike that had vaulted himself into the sky. Zerraf's guised face took in the situation, scratching the side of his face with the back of his palm. The general was headed downward, but had no way to divert the path of his Spike. With this in mind, the red mage took two long strides to the side and awaited the general to crash into the floor and harm himself. 

Whatever the case, Zerraf would pierce his sword forward into the round currents that surrounded him. The wind would stick to the blade and surround the metal, twisting about and extending the range and sharpness of the rapier. If Spike diverted his course to meet Zerraf, Zerraf would attempt to parry the oncoming strike into another direction. If Spike missed, he would perform several thrusts on the now close and exposed areas of his face. Any debris or rubble from the ground collision could likely be diverted by Zerraf's shield.