[center][h2]Lord Krunk's Quarters[/h2]
[sub]Smells Like Krunk[/sub][/center]

	Lord Krunk's slow forward momentum didn't slow down at all, but several feet before crushing the two flaming fire-blowers, his feet pushed him up, and his short stubby arms popped out of the armors side sockets. The tiny slit that revealed his eyes glowed dimly as he glared down at the flames hitting his armor. [color=gray]"Stop dat! It's boilin' in dis here fortress!"[/color] Krunk complained, looking relatively unfazed by the dual fire attacks. [color=gray]"fine den!"[/color]

	Something unthinkable happened after those two words. Lord Krunk, the fattest Krunk of them all, actually managed to life himself off the ground with a small hop. Granted, it wasn't very far, but the resulting quake shook the bricks below them, and cracked a few into several shards of stone. [color=gray]"Fortetude!"[/color] Krunk blared wildly with poor pronunciation. Regardless, the ring on his right hand began to glow. He reeled it back, not paying very much attention to the uncomfortable temperature inside of his suit, and waited for a split second.

	And then his arm grew. It grew and grew, until it was comparable to a tree trunk in width. It took less than a second, and he took full advantage of the effect with a massive sweeping hook, aimed to knock both Jenso and Drake off of their feet. [color=gray]"HIYAAAA!"[/color]

	Meanwhile, General spike found his landed less than ideal. His spiked helmet struck the ground, wedged between to bricks, which held him in place for a few seconds. More than enough time for Zeraph to strike at his face. But after the first thrust missed a lethal blow, barely slashing at his cheek, the second thrust was caught by something in the darkness of his helmet. Did he had a thicker skull than Zeraph imagined? The wind whipped and rustled Spike's half-torn cape, but Spike didn't fall to the ground. Instead, he twisted his body away from Zeraph, trying to [i]tear[/i] the Rapier from his hands despite how little traction he'd actually gotten. That bloody ball man had caught Zeraphs blade between his [i]teeth![/i]

	Regardless of whether or not he could have disarmed the redmage, Spike would return to his feet, several yards away. "You will not interfere, peasant!" He roared commendably. Truely a Krunk Elite! Or just a really stubborn asshole in a suit of armor.