[center][h2]Krunk-Mobile, Prisoner Bay[/h2]
[sub]Weeeeee.[/sub][/center]

Zerraf slouched over and rolled his shoulder in response to hearing where his weapons were. [color=ed1c24]"Hm, Okay. Thanks Fatty Gold."[/color] Just as the red mage batted an eye at the approaching Krunklets, the entire bay gave way before they could play. May-day. While the Krunklets toppled over each other, Zerraf seemed more as if someone had turned off the gravity. Before the Krunks could dog pile him, he maintained his slouched posture as his hunched figure cartwheeled over the rail and down to the first floor, hand still in pocket, gusts of wind placing him down on the floor with a tap against steel. He nodded to the remaining 2nd-floor Krunklets who were still standing before sauntering his way to the opened Storage Bay. He might just get that pillow too. Maybe. If it's not too far. Zerraf took a ten second nap on the way there. He'd think about it later.