[@Letter Bee]

[center][h2]Krunk Fortress[/h2]
[sub]The gang, minus one[/sub][/center]

Zerraf strode beside of Alexander and squatted down, left elbow resting on his left knee, right knee unoccupied. Alexander took the bowling ball strike head on and was pancaked, but took the hit better than most. [color=ed1c24]"Ho-oh. I don't think that worked."[/color] Zerraf's glazed eyes were dead set on the cannon. He offered an open hand to help up the fallen Sun Mage without breaking eye contact, just after the beam of light was cast. [color=ed1c24]"Let's give it one more try, then,"[/color] the wind mage said with a strain in his voice. Fighting Krunklets, or anything for that matter, was a bother. So why was he still there?

[@Jensoman]

Zerraf looked to the newcomer with a daze, blinking slowly, likely a yawn within the mix. He covered his gaping maw before brushing off his shoulder with his left hand. Good, someone else to take burden away. [color=ed1c24]"Please,"[/color] Zerraf said as if it were a final request before bed. The man with the fiery hammer stood stalwart at the front of them, and Zerraf raised a white eyebrow. He looked up, down, to the group, lazily, as a pendulum. The red mage walked beside of Jenso, sheathing his rapier. [color=ed1c24]"Yo-oy yo. Hammer man. Do you want to be over there?"[/color] Zerraf pointed to the cannon nearest water, drooping finger slowly waning.

If any spontaneous attacks occurred, Zerraf would manipulate currents about the Krunklet projectiles and attempt to redirect them either towards Jenso or anywhere away from the group. Toward the Krunk Fortress, if possible.