[center][h2]Krunk-Mobile, Prisoner Bay[/h2]
[sub]There it is[/sub][/center]

If Zerraf were paying attention to his surroundings, he didn't show for it. The Krunklets raised their fists enthusiastically and charged the red mage, placing him in a tight position. Zerraf squinted at the upper balcony, licking the inside of his cheek and raising his pointer finger as if he were counting. Reading room names, actually. One, in bright, bold, red letters, screamed: HOLDING ROOM. It almost exhausted Zerraf just looking at the distance. 

[color=ed1c24]"Hm, hm, and there, eh"[/color] Zerraf leaned backward as a falling tree, evading the leaping strike of an aggressive Krunklet. Zerraf rubbed one of his eyes before sliding his hand into a pocket on his cloak, and began to trudge forward. Another Krunklet seized courage by the horns and unleashed a chilling battle cry mid-air. Just as Zerraf's foot touched the steel floor, a column of air slammed against his sole and propelled him upward. Another step forward and his boot was upon the Krunklet's head. Step one. Another Krunklet striking for the throat: Step two. Three. Four. Zerraf used the jumping Krunklets as a stairway, minimizing the amount of jumping he had to do. 

Zerraf couldn't be bothered with that one story leap. 

After an eternity, the red mage delicately fitted his sole onto the balcony rail and began sauntering along its edge towards the HOLDING ROOM.