[center][h2]Lord Krunk's Quarters[/h2]
[sub]Team-Work? WHAT THE HELL GUYS? THAT'S CHEATING![/sub][/center]

	As Drake made his way down the length of Lord Krunk's body, Jenso ran around the make-shift ramparts, and Zerraf guided his feather, Lord Krunk had only one idea in mind. [i]Krush.[/i] He turned to Jenso with a single step, not ignoring the little yellow-clad man for a second. Krunk was totally focused on smashing him first. How dare he call the lord of krunks fat?! How dare he insult the mighty leader of the Krunk legion!? He would pay! Lord Krunk rose his un-ringed left hand, and attempted to punch Jenso right out of the air as he jumped up. But a loud pair of snapping sounds upset his concentration. Although they didn't quite affect his aim, the sonic booms irritated him and made him shift his weight slightly more to the right. Just then, his balance was suddenly upset by something, forcing him to barely miss Jenso as he soared over his arm. [color=gray]"Waahhh!?"[/color] He screamed, as the his right foot slid through murky make-shift magma towards the eastern wall of his tower. Cracks ran up the wall when his foot struck it, causing bricks to fall in chunks, down towards Zerraf.

	Lord Krunk tried to regain his composure, but he thought of a better idea. Instead of standing back up, he began retracting his feet into his armor, in an attempt to outright [i]crush[/i] Zerraf and Drake below his might arse of power.